yet it seems to me today that: Miracles are just part of the flow. The experience on this planet in our little lives has a baseline of programmed events and happenings – Volcanos, snowfalls, hot days, and dead fish, mosquito bites, fresh fruit, drought, manna, the holy grail, a vomiting cat…IT is everything. Today it seems the whole kitincaboodle is a miracle. The virus is a miracle as is the healing. The heartbreak and the windfall.
So here is my try at a succinct telling of my miracle yesterday:
I got an email. My college had higher than expected enrollment, they had some classes above the quota of part-time and I was offered another section.
Not only do I get another class, but this puts me back into the higher pay scale and makes life a go as we meet our expenses for another semester.
I did not ask and they did not tell me how this is suddenly okay despite the new health care reform whatever. What I do know if that my little family has more time to work out the creative money flow for day to day life.
Again, always again and again, I learn the miracle was also the cutback. The miracle was also the process of working it out. The miracle was the trust. The miracle was the love of friends and family in support of my journey. The miracle was the contraction and the expansion and everything in between.
in reality – we can zoom out past the small wave forms of our lives and the challenges there and see the wave forms of the seasons, the yuga cycles, the expansion and contraction of the universe – the multiuniverses in a bubble pattern in a larger stream of expansion and contraction – any snapshot view a separate reality. If I am going to call a “good” thing a miracle – I also have to see that the “bad” thing is too! Zoom it all down and find the flickering wave patterns I can barely conceive of below the atoms, the electrons, the quarks and mysterious vibrations we have yet to understand. Pinging in and out of this world is matter – a slowed down version of energy. Our world seems an expression of light and its inverse dark – and nothing is not included in the miracle of that.
I show this video in my Composition class each semester:
This was made way back in 1996. There are exciting areas to explore both grand and minute in size way beyond this quaint view – yet – still the scale of it all for me needs to be remembered again and again. I can feel like this little marga life and whether or not she has a house, food, money to provide is all that exists in the infinite multiverses of matter and all its expressions. A healthy dose of scale is always in order.
I love the Story I once heard Madeliene L’Engle tell about her family. I cannot find it – I’ve been searching, but to the best of my memory she said that when her children were fighting and all their problems seemed so big at home, she would pack them up in the station wagon with blankets late at night and drive to a dark mountain, and they would lay out under the stars. Their problems would shrink in the beauty and tangible demonstration of the scale of everything.
It is such a wonderful paradox how we can shrink to an insignificant piece while at the same time expand into it all. We gain it all by shifting the dial on the telescope/microscope – with a simple little twirl on the perspective dial.
So a miracle in my little world in the form of an extra class to teach – a miracle in the fact that we are made up of the tiniest of vibrations that we don’t even understand – and a miracle in the expansion of universe beyond what we can perceive. Humbled and Expanded Joy.
This is the short version:)
Life as Improv 