“Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still.” ― Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane

The art of listening is not so much about the hearing of information or the interpretation of actual words but rather a more subtle and powerful act of transmission that is enlarging something on the inside of us. The heart is our sacred internal ear that processes everything we receive in order to manage our health and evolution. The ancient mystics challenged us to guard, or care for our hearts for this is where true life comes from.

‘If you listen every shell hides the sound of the ocean in its soul’

‘If you listen every shell hides the sound of the ocean in its soul’

While words communicate a clearly definable specificity they are simply the initial indicator of a hidden agenda that the essence of sound is trying to impart. Even if we are deaf and impervious to a physical hearing of sorts our hearts can pick up sub-atomic vibrations that resonate in the universe.

Listening is about connecting to all things, a union with everything that resonates with sonic pulsation and vibrato, a universal orchestra of eternal harmony.

Learning to listen is a life-long challenge, one that will demand increasing levels of concentration and surrender if we are to become astute at discerning the nature of our development.

Some of the ways that have helped me on my journey of attentiveness is a willingness to waste-time with the world I live in and attend to its voice of intimacy. I am somehow caught up in the entanglement of its ideological plan like the proverbial fly stuck in the spiders web waiting for the inevitable. The incoming spider is a metaphor for the all-consuming and devouring nature of togetherness….not to mention the personal sacrifice that I must endure, the laying down of my control and preferred outcomes in order to submit to a far bigger purpose for my life.

Our fellow humans often become a dominant contributor to the formation of our thoughts, ideas, and inspiration. And while we will always have the wonderful privilege of this human interaction it will take a bit of time to sift through all the opinions and contradictory voices in order to develop a conscience of our own. The early stages of listening will require a degree of naivety and gullible acceptance which is how truth finds a pathway into our consciousness. We all must believe in ancient myths and fables if we are grow to maturity as myth, which is greater than truth, takes us on journey that opens our lives to the wonder of the unknown and mysterious'. Listening starts as a auditory cue but quickly moves to a deep and meaningful exchange of quantum transmission.

“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.” ― Ernest Hemingway

The old adage 'we hear what we want to hear’ is not just because we lack concentration skills or we are deliberately ignoring the voices around us but it has to do with the bias filters that interrupt the incoming data in order to sustain our primordial need for preferential importance. I must own my prejudice and partiality if I am to be true to my need for growth and maturation.

When I pause momentarily to attend to the subtle sounds that grace my life I am allowing the element of surprise to enlarge my heart and in turn enlarge my world.

‘To those who listen the whole world will be a sounding board'


Omen. noun. an event regarded as a portent of good or evil; something of prophetic significance

‘Don’t forget the language of the omens. And, above all, don’t forget to follow your personal legend’ -Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

There is an inquisitive interest that is intrinsic to the human condition, the desire to know and be aware of hidden mysteries and concealed matters. We all long for magical outcomes that our idealistic imagining and romantic fantasising seem to conjure up with endless ease.

Omens are a metaphor for signs, markers, portents and supernatural indicators that contribute to the outworking of our immanent reality. Those who wish to be skilled in the art of discerning the omens must become familiarised with the cosmic journey that has been ordained for us from the beginning of time, the belief that all of life is eternal and that eternity is continually enlightening our pathway. This is what sits at the heart of our supernatural maturation. Some of the great omens that have guided me through life have been the ubiquitous opposites of light and dark, good and evil, love and hate, peace and war, health and sickness, good times and bad, all somehow colluding together for my betterment.


“We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.” - Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

The distinguishing factors that contribute to our pilgrimage can be found in the dreams that fuel our every day passions and pursuits. What am I dreaming of? Will it come true? Or is it a pipe-dream that is inflated by the false expectations that are exacerbated by my ever present discontent? An ancient poet once said that dreams are the currency of heaven, the sub-conscious influence of the gods that annoy us continually in order that we might lean in and act on their preposterous possibility.

Locating your dream is about giving yourself permission to trust your desires, lean into your longings, follow your bliss, letting others affirm and encourage your self worth, and and have faith in the divine hope that breaks in to your everyday experience with random coincidences and serendipitous occurrences. Your dream becomes the treasure at the end of the proverbial rainbow, the sign of grace that locates life in the purposes of God.

Significant moments have occurred in my life when I have given myself permission to see everything as a sign or omen, something that is pointing me toward my dream, key indicators that empower me to trust the muse of my destiny. And while this sounds a little naive and ridiculous I have beens surprised by the providential nature of how all of life is somehow connected. Omens can be both good and evil, attractive and distractive entities that keep me honest about my progress. My path can often take me through the valley of the shadow of death before I am actually reminded that goodness and love were following me all along the way. When it is dark outside in the big bad world we very rarely realise just how much light is actually present with us.

“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

This blog is dedicated to a recent re-read of Paulo Coehlo’s book ‘The Alchemist’ that I would thoroughly recommend to those who need to be encouraged again to keep pursuing their ‘Personal Legend’ regardless of the obstacles life throws at you.

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist


'To deny here is to harrow the heart. Hello to here'. - Padraig O Tuama

The ancient proverb that states ‘Where the tree falls there it lies’ is a somewhat humorous stating of the obvious that sometimes gets a little lost in translation.

Where we land or find ourselves is where we are supposed be, this is the place where we are consciously called to engage and enjoy life even if the circumstances are uncomfortable and not to our liking. It is in my here-ness that I need to discern the deep feelings and responses that are trying to help me reinterpret my situation and somehow reanimate my hopefulness as I seek to continuously redefine what it means to be a human 'being’. Hopefulness is not about trying to future proof our lives by painting a rosy picture of something else other than our ‘now experience’ but about the realisation that our present status is the future that has already arrived for us to process and work through.

Our inability to be comfortable with our current actuality can be due to a conditioned societal discontent that is often inflamed by the over zealous success merchants who are marketing a brighter future contrary to the present, by employing oft quoted cliches that continue to overpromise what I would call a disingenuous view of life. Promises like ‘the best is yet to come’ or ‘we are heading for a bigger brighter and more beautiful future’, not to mention the banal comment of ‘your best life is ahead of you’.

The cynic in me has heard enough of the spin doctors who are not helping us to be content with our immediate state, make the bold calls we need to make, and encourage us to live into our real world experience.


‘You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way’ -Richard Bach: Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Maybe the quote ‘nothing can stand in your way’ appeals to the romantic idealist in me where its altruistic boast suggests that freedom is an easily acquired state of mind that is conjured up through the power of positive thinking, when in actual fact there is something that can stand in your way - YOU. My false perceptions, unrealistic expectations, deceptive imaginings and constant comparisons with those around me often creep in to sabotage my contentment and self acceptance.

To fully understand the here and now we need to learning the 'art of welcoming’ , embracing the moment as it appears, an invitation by destiny itself to acknowledge and accept the challenge to live into the atmosphere we find ourselves in order that our lives can truely move forward. We don’t need to over react or reject certain realities because they might be the antithesis of what we want but see them as an intricate web of intrigue that surrounds our becoming.

This is what God does. He gives his best—the sun to warm and the rain to nourish—to everyone, regardless: the good and bad, the nice and nasty. -St Matthew

Both pain and pleasure are the flip sides of what life affords us…and while I have a definite preference for pleasure I have to acquire the grace to help me cope and be here in the moment trusting that God is somehow bringing out the best in me through it all.

To be here is to welcome, embrace, and grapple with the predicament/situation I find myself in knowing that there is no quick fix or avoidance tactic that will suffice. Hope is my grace and mercy is my plea to the powers that be…I am safe in the arms of destiny.

I belong to ‘here’


Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise. - Alice Walker

Surprise is the shock we experience when an unpredictable moment in life breaks in to move us beyond the comfort zones of our everyday certainties and the patterns of consistent normalcy. It can often simultaneously conjure up both positive and negative emotions due to the unexpected nature of its overwhelming eventfulness.

We all love the surprises that generate the positive emotion of excitement and inquisitive interest in us but are somewhat suspicious and sometimes terrified of the negative emotion that emerges in times of traumatic or discordant upheaval. A surprise gift or treat can make us feel elated and valued especially when it arrives without any premeditated awareness, whereas a surprise that comes in the form of crisis can be devastating, and require a whole new paradigm of skills, strength and energy to endure.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us. - Boris Pasternak

Our love hate relationship with surprise is due to the fact that we are uncomfortable with the transrational constructs that work outside of our cause and affect logic. Surprise is somehow mysteriously partnering with existence itself as it seeks to dictate our formation and maturation. The otherness component of life reminds us that our consciousness is formed and fuelled by unnerving coincidences and the unexplainable moments that are linked to our intrinsic dependency on the spiritual and unseen realms.

Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise. -Julia Cameron


Our creative development is also subsidised by the mystery of surprise as it seeks to keep our imagination animated and enlightened. At the heart of all creativity is this innovative energy that arrives when it is least expected to colour and contour our lives. The essence of destiny is that she thrives on the transcendent-immanent collusion of surprise that remains committed to helping us let go of old ways of being in order to embrace the new ways of our becoming…easier said than done.

If I am going to trust in a divine power at work in my life then I have to find the grace to embrace the surprises that appear on my doorstep regardless of what they look like, those strange occurrences that knock on the door of my life to help me consider how interruption as supernatural intrusion needs to be discerned, processed, and sometimes welcomed in. Not all surprises are necessarily going to reshape our lives but they will ambush our attention long enough to help us consider the possibility of change. The discomfort I often feel is reminiscent of my ongoing struggle with what it means to accept the guiding hand of an outside force or muse that is somehow involved in my best interest.

If surprise is linked to our transformation then it may well be that we need to see it as a metaphor for the divine, that which regularly presents itself before us as a guiding light that reveals the way forward. And while there is a part of us all that prefers to have a much more certain and predictable continuity to life, surprise asks us to trust in the great unknown and be brave in the of the light of the fear and anxiety that uncertainty brings.

Remember…just like we welcome every new day as a gift of the universe, regardless of how it is going to turn out, embrace surprise in the same spirit of gratefulness.


'You're far happier giving than getting..even though it sometimes doesn’t feel like it...'

There a few times in every year that we deliberately practice the art of particularised gift giving, where we take the time to bless others on a number of very specific occasions, for a number of very specific reasons.

Birthdays, special events, romantic advances or just random acts of kindness, just a few of the primal reasons that undergird our intrinsic philanthropic consciousness.

The value we place on the recipient goes to the core of how we ask our imagination to explore the possibility of what we can do to honour and invest in their well being. Sometimes we get caught up in the competitive peer pressure of monetary value and our need to impress the receiver with the perceived value we place on the relationship. The altruistic adage that it is the thought that counts seems to pale in comparison to the consumeristic narcissism that drives western thinking.

Revitalising the art of gift giving is about moving beyond the shallow act of mutual exchange that is based on some kind reciprocity or value equivalent, and reengaging with the spirit of charity that hums to the sound of the universal mantra .."it is more blessed to give than receive".

'God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well'. - Voltaire


We practice giving as a reminder that we have been given the greatest gift of all - LIFE, and the real gift we have to offer others is a living testament of hopeful fulfilment. They often say that when choosing a gift for someone you often get them what you would get yourself, as if to suggest that the deeper meaning of giving is the thing-behind-the-thing.

You are thing-behind-the-thing, the life that animates any material offering you might bring to another. It is often surprising to see that as the recipient of a gift we often respond more graciously and gratefully based on the depth of relationship we have. Which goes to prove that the real gift is the person who hands are opening towards us with benefaction, offering themselves in the metaphor of the subsequent endowment.

'They err who think Santa Claus enters through the chimney. He enters through the heart'. - Charles W. Howard

Around this time of the year we enter into the spirit of Christmas by considering our love ones, or ones who we would like to love us, to somehow embrace the overarching narrative of the Santa or Jesus story who compete for our attention and affection. The over zealous religious types amongst us tend to get flustered and try to reinforce the true meaning of the season, somewhat afraid that Santa (an anagram of SATAN) is going to get the upper hand and deprive our children of the true meaning of Christmas. And while I am a bigger fan of the seemingly less popular story of the baby Jesus gift that has been given to humankind, I am not worried that he will be trumped (this word will never be the some) by a red suited guy in a flying sled who delivers presents on Christmas. The reason I am not panicking is because 'gift giving' has a certain transcendent quality to it that will always point a way back to God, the original giver of life who always finds a way into the human heart.

‘So, put a little bit of extra thought into every gift you give this Christmas and watch how it shapes deeper meaning in the relationships that you consider valuable'.

Peace and good will to all….


‘Joy to the world the... [fill in the blank]….'

Around this time of the year we are subjected to the monotonous sound of Christmas carols gently caressing (or bombarding) our ears in shops, cafes, malls, waiting rooms and the like, the subtle seasonal anthems of consumerisms agenda.


While we scurry around trying to finalise our plans for what is generally considered to be ‘family time’, the last thing we often feel is JOY….the delight, jubilation, exhilaration, elation and euphoria that is supposed to be aligned with Christmas. Maybe we need to pause momentarily and consider the lyrics of the muzak that sits in the background subliminally influencing our consciousness. What if this season is about Joy, even when it can be surrounded by the sorrow that is forever embedded in life. How do we find a modicum of joy amidst all this pressure and anxiety that this season can throw at us?

“Joy to the world…” is a famous hymn that speaks about the birth of a baby that breaks into our earthly narrative to offer hope to those of us who are in need of a new perspective of life. Sometimes it only takes a little bit of new life to remind us that dread and the dreary reality of existence is not a true reflection of all that is going on.

“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.” ― Mark Twain

Joy is more than an emotional moment. It is a meal eaten in the company of others, a shared experience that opens your heart and imagination to the possibility of something different. While I can find joy in my personal moments of delight it is always enhanced in the presence of those who offer me an alternate reality.

When joy shows up she invariably lifts my spirits and transports me to a place that I could never fully get to on my own, those intense feelings of well-being and happiness that occur when the pleasure centres of the brain are functionally linked. Maybe Christmas is about looking for the links (people, moments) that stimulate these centres, unlocking euphoria which etymologically means to find ‘wellness’ or the ability ‘to bear’ under adverse circumstances.

Actually, joy is the all-round panacea for every season of life that offers us an elixir that has profoundly magical qualities. We don’t need to try and manufacture it in some kind of contrived fashion but simply let her muse like qualities engage with our hearts and awaken the elation we need. JOY hides in the fabric of all pain and pleasure a constant reminder that it has always been ‘coming to us’ showing up in the world of our existence when we least expected it, in order to garner our attention and enable us to live fully alive.

The [fill in the blank] song lyric is ‘the Saviour has come’, the rescuer, liberator, champion that breaks into our consciousness to take centre stage and recalibrate our lives.

Joy is a saviour that needs to be constantly animating our lives, an ongoing liberating force that carries us to places of euphoric wellness in order that we might know the pleasure of all that life should/could bring.

JOY: Mick Jagger & Bono

Oh joy, love you bring. Oh joy, make my heart sing

And I drove across the desert. I was in my four wheel drive

I was looking for the Buddha. And I saw Jesus Christ

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders

And lit a cigarette

Said, "Jump for joy, make some noise

Remember what I said." Oh yeah

My soul is a like a ruby

And I threw it in the earth

But now my hands are bleeding

From scrabbling in the dirt

And I looked up to the heavens

And a light is on my face

I never never never

Thought I'd find a state of grace

Hey joy, love you bring

Oh joy, make my heart sing

Oh joy, joy in everything


The rigorous nature of life is such that it is does not seem to be content with just placating our need for comfort and favour but somehow arranges for a modicum of difficulty and suffering to balance the ledger of our becoming.

Suffering is an uncomfortable concept, one laced with anxiety and uncertainty, an awkward suitor who courts our maturation as if to suggest we need its intimacy in order to experience transformation and fulfilment.

compassion is the new wine

compassion is the new wine

Compassion is the salve that softens the blow of suffering, tenderly caring for our wounded-ness by providing a support network of sympathy and empathy that underpins our condition. Compassion incarnates in our fellow humans when they have noticed our plight and have come rushing to aid as if to mirror their own need for help, in a act of mutual respect and dignification.

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”

― Mother Teresa

When we forget that we belong to a greater collective of existential need it diminishes the mutual solicitude that is on offer. The compassion that I need is hiding in the fabric of another waiting for its opportunity to action and to contribute to my health necessity, and the compassion that others need is an occasion for my kindness to make its mark. Conversely we need to remember that belonging to the people business can come with its own challenges, one being ‘compassion fatigue’, where an imbalance between giving and receiving can often occur. Even the great divine humanitarian JC had to find space to recover from the overbearing needs that constantly requested his attention. Compassion needs breathing room. A sacred restorative well of refreshment that reinstates balance and sleep is the magical potion that provides us with the respite we need from our over-responsible selves.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.”

― Plato

The battles I find myself entrenched in, while mostly self-inflicted, can be really overwhelming and all consuming often exaggerating the moment to the point where I end up drowning in self pity and self-absorbed unhappiness. Why is nobody noticing my need, why is nobody rushing to my aid and delivering me from my dilemma, as if my predicament is way more serious and significant than others? Truth be told it is important and weighty and does need the balm of loving concern which will eventually find its way to me, but in the meantime I need to momentarily break free of my myopic self absorption and find a broader spectrum of reference that brings a new balance of internal equilibrium. I am not the centre of the universe, much to my chagrin, which goes to the core of my insecurity and morality.

“Compassion is the basis of morality.”

― Arthur Schopenhauer

Compassion is more than the proactive engagement towards meeting another's need, it also has a mysterious transformational agenda that works in the human psyche to profoundly shape our morality. When we give our deepest empathetic self away virtue emerges exposing our true potentiality to those around us.

When you feel the angst of the human condition or the state of the world in general, take a breath and know that the universe is working for your betterment.

You covered up that place I could not master

It wasn't dark enough to shut my eyes

So I was with you, O sweet compassion

Yes I was with you, O sweet compassion

-Leornard Cohen


'Incarnation is the revealing of true purpose, a divine intelligence at work in the human condition’


The season of advent is the beginning of the annual christian calendar, the genesis of the divine-human narrative of recalibration as seen in the life of Jesus.

Everything about the story confounds our sensibilities, angels, divine conception and an unsuspecting virgin teenager are just a few of the big challenges to our rational minds, that invite us into the mystery of how the divine finds residence in the human condition.

Incarnation as the embodiment of a deity is the BIG idea behind this advent appearance, exposing us to the salvific intention of the divine agenda.

We do not need to be saved from an angry God who seems to be offended by our SINFULNESS but conversely, saved from our ignorance of the true nature of our own divinity. The Jesus story asks us to consider our true nature, take responsibility for our actions and own the purpose for which we were created.

Incarnation as an invitation is the opportunity to rediscover true purpose, to be healed from our internal bifurcations and embrace the divine nature that is seeking to enflesh in our lives.

Jesus is the revealing of God who anthropomorphises in order to remind us that the divine presence as it pertains to that which resides within our personhood is a journey of discovery and self-awareness.

The mysterious and somewhat unbelievable proposal of a holy conception goes to the idea that we need some kind of dramatic effect in order to reconstitute our imagination and ignite interest in what it means to be seen as a worthy participant in this holy drama.

‘The glory of God is man fully alive’ - St Irenaeus of Lyons

My purpose is to live fully alive, to welcome all that comes to me, to listen to the hum of reverence that resides within and allow it to rhythm my existence. Purpose is my reason for being, the underlying motivation for why my life has something significant to contribute to the greater good.

Jesus is my super-hero, not just because he did amazing miracles or waxed lyrical with profound wisdom, but because he offered to vicariously enter into my human experience, not to rescue me from an after-life punishment but to remind me of the this-life purpose that is wanting to unfold in me.

Incarnation is an everyday awakening and evolving that prepares me for the death and resurrection that will eventually come my way, the journey of mortality that moves me towards my immortal eternity.

The story of Jesus starts in human form and ends in human form, a reminder that we are divine beings who have underestimated our worth and value, and that maybe it is time to see ourselves differently. The role of religion has always been to remind us of this reality and yet unfortunately it has become an institutional monster of doctrinal definition that often excludes and divides rather than include and embrace.

The incarnation of Jesus was Gods way of retelling the story of original intent, our lives as 'imago dei’ and the ongoing work of divinisation (deification), the transforming effect of divine grace.

In this season of advent let's re-read the script, and hopefully re-discover our sense of true purpose.


'If we don't act now to safeguard our privacy, we could all become victims of identity theft'. - Bill Nelson

Every 2 seconds someone is the victim of identity theft, our security being under threat as a result of the technological advancement and progress that drives our societal evolution. Our lives have become public property to the point where we have exposed our private parts (our true self) to the boot of our developmental curse. In the midst of our need to transcend and advance we have become accustomed to our lives being uncovered and subject to the scrutiny of those who have nothing better to do than take advantage of our vulnerability. Being vulnerable is considered a sign of humility, an authentic expression of honesty that endears you to others, but unfortunately we need safeguards to protect ourselves from those who try to abuse our soft underbelly.

Our technological vulnerability has exposed us to an ironic existential crisis of identity confusion that has reached epidemic proportions. We are running around like headless chickens lost for words trying to cope with the cultural expectations of success and failure that have exacerbated our anxiety and numbed our understanding of what it truely means to be ourselves.

'Often we lose our identity trying to please or placate others'. -Mary Manin Morrissey


It does seem like I am constantly having to address the comparisons that are reflected back to me by the social media madness that hovers above my life like a ghostly cloud that competes for my attention, shaping my view of the world through the lens of over inflated self adulation.

The age old question of 'who am I’ seems to be under scrutiny, seriously ravaged by the mass media opinions of those who are uncomfortable in their own skin, projecting wave upon wave of discontent on to my dissatisfied self.

'When you have a lot of people telling you what you are and perceiving you in a certain way, it's difficult to find your own identity'. -Sia

If I am to truely be me then I will need to find a way to get off the comparison train long enough to take a breath and regain a sense of momentary sanity. Comparisons in life are an unavoidable a reminder that we need each other in order to consider the similarities or dissimilarities that exist between us. The contrasting differences that juxtapose our relationships are not a bad thing, until they begin to divide us and drive us into competitive mode where we try to wrangle a new identity from the arms of another.

‘If you keep trying to be someone else who is going to be you’ - Hungarian proverb

When my doppelganger dissatisfaction forces me to take on another’s identity I lose myself in the process and die a slow death of fakery, and become the brunt of a long running public joke.

Maybe its time to do some honest self talk of acceptance, reminding myself that I am more than enough, and that unless I accept who I am warts and all I will end up striving for something that in the end will destroy my sense of self worth. Don’t let the so-called holiness warriors or success merchants displace your identity and rob you of the peace of mind that is mostly content with your imperfections and maladies.

My identity is so easily influenced by the myriad of comparisons that surround my life. May I be granted the wisdom and discernment to know how to weed out the deceptive invasions of projected expectation that warp my evolving self.


‘Someone once said that maybe they call them miracles because they don't happen that often’

The dictionary defines a miracle as an extraordinary event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency.

Down through the ages the mystery of supernatural phenomena has fascinated humanity, enlightening our consciousness and fuelling the accreditation of saints as an archetype for miraculous engagement. Even when our rational minds defend their cynicism and agnosticism the irrational side of our imagination considers the possibility of magical moments that break into our lives to propose other-worldly likelihood. We are all intrigued by the magical and mystical elements of life that animate our inquisition of all things natural, as if to consider that they are somehow secretly hiding the seeds of the supernatural.

We all have subjective inclinations that support the ways in which we define the reality and importance of miraculous moments, so much so that we often pray for some kind of divine intervention. Whether that has evolved out of a religious construct or spiritual worldview it goes to the core of our intrinsic need to believe in the paranormal. For many of us the mythologies that peppered our upbringing have nurtured a creativity and imagination that has been responsible for a romantic interest in wonder and beauty, the twin muses of the miraculous, that are constantly seeking to re-enchant our world.

Maybe the miraculous is more than a sporadic event that infrequently occurs to jolt us from our benign boredom and callous disregard for our spiritual selves? What if the miraculous is resident in the fabric of all matter, the core ingredient of life itself, that primarily goes constantly unnoticed because of our addictive need for a quick thrill of self indulgence or our adrenaline junky pursuit of narcissistic mis-adventure? Or maybe the subterfuge of the miraculous has a hidden agenda that is leading humanity unwittingly towards a glorious transcendent climax…watch this space.

‘Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it’

- Confucious

‘If we could see the miracle of a single fl’er clearly our whole life would change’

‘If we could see the miracle of a single fl’er clearly our whole life would change’

If the primary role of the miraculous in life is the promotion of beauty and wonder as a confirmation of the divine signature imprinted on everything, then our imaginations need an awakening of epic proportions, especially if we are to stay hopeful in the light of a growing trend towards nihilism and atheism. Watching a garden flourish or a babies birth, the sun rise and set, or participating in the inventiveness of human endeavour are all wondrous expressions of the miraculous that heighten our awareness, enabling us to entertain the prospect of even more elaborate permutations of the inexplicable.

So dream out loud

You know that your time is coming 'round

So don't let the bastards grind you down

-U2: Acrobat

When the bastards of disappointment and disillusionment show up at my door they divert my attention away from the hopeful possibility of miraculous engagement, causing me to lose sight of the beauty and wonder that resides in myself and my fellow humans. Beauty can so easily be smothered by ugliness and wonder can become dominated by dread and then suddenly everything begins to spiral out of control. This is when creation does her best work as an ambassador of hopefulness, refusing to get caught up in the distraction of momentary setback intent on rolling out a new day, or a new season in defiance of all other difficulty and resistance. As each new moment appears the dreams in us miraculously fight for their right to promote our lives as conduits of the supernormal.

Your life is miracle that will continue to survive long enough to prove its worth and value…be patient and trust that you are in great hands.