What is a miracle anyway?  I was talking with a friend about it.  Is it really a cause and effect chain that is just beyond our perception?  Or is it truly the “hand of God” or angels pushing us out of the way of the car?

My point is–does it matter?  Again what is it with this persistent desire for “understanding” the “why” of things?  My mom believed in elves and angels and miracles and at one point in my life I recognized that it was more FUN to believe in fantasy or angels and miracles than spending time contemplating coincidences and causal effects back to the stone age.

What does it matter really if it was just that hesitation thinking about the rain that kept me from darting out in the street and dying in front of a fast car?  Or that if I didn’t go to that party I wouldn’t have met my partner? 

The here and now needs no explanation, just an ongoing pleasure, gratitude and cherishing of what is.  Right here and right now is a miracle to me.