My younger son found a peach pit today, and in his innocence decided to plant it. So he dug a hole, put the pit inside it, covered it and then watered it. He said “I put as much water as it needed to grow. And it will grow. I think tomorrow it will grow.” I smiled at his confident statement and as he moved further I found myself ardently hoping that his tree would indeed grow, not necessarily in order for us to have a peach tree in the yard (though it would be nice – note to self, plant a peach tree a.s.a.p.) but because I want my children to find reasons to believe in miracles in about everything – especially when they help creating them.
The word “miracle” originates from the Late Latin miraculum, meaning “wonder”, “marvel”, from mirari – “to wonder at”. Apparently, as the Merriam-Webster dictionary explains to us, the word’s first known use was in the 12th century. However, miracles happened before that time for sure, even if they were named differently. People used this word or others to point towards “events not ascribable to human power or the laws of nature and consequently attributed to a supernatural, especially divine, agency”. If you come to think of it, miracles birthed and killed gods through the means of man’s limited power of understanding, because in certain people they touched their fear, while in others they touched their curiosity. That’s how religion and science were born.
The best thing about miracles though is that they make us grow. All of us. One way or another they push us higher, farther, and even if officially they stop being miracles in the second when we discover their explanation, they still remain miracles in our hearts, because due to them we expanded our knowledge.
Maybe there will be no peach tree growing from that pit. But I do know that in my child’s heart, the peach tree rooted already – and THAT is more important than anything else.
© 2013 Liliana Negoi
The image used was taken from http://www.photos-public-domain.com/2012/03/10/peach-pit/.
LILIANA NEGOI (Endless Journey and in Romanian curcubee în alb şi negru) ~ is a member of our core team on Into the Bardo. She is the author of three published volumes of poetry in English, which is not her mother tongue but one that she came to love especially because of writing: Sands and Shadows, Footsteps on the San – tanka collection and The Hidden Well. The last one can also be heard in audio version, read by the author herself on her SoundCloud site HERE. Many of her creations, both poetry and prose, have been published in various literary magazines.
10 thoughts on “On miracles”
Let’s ALL keep the Wonder forever in our Hearts. A beautiful Story.
Very sweet post.
Children’s hope, enchantments and miracles; they are intrinsically interwoven.
Thank you Lilliana. Miracles do happen and I am grateful for them.
Uplifting. We are surrounded by miracles, aren’t we?
So lovely to find the miracle in the so-called ordinary!
Liliana: I call this the “miracle of the mundane.” Everything that touches our lives in the ordinary flow of experience is a miracle.
Miracles in the eyes of children seem even more miraculous, filled with wonder as they are. This gem of homespun wisdom is pure delight. Thank you, Lily.
I want to thank all of you for the beautiful thoughts left in the comments :). Miracles are a part of our daily life, and we often tend to neglect them, by being too busy expecting big signs related to them. I am glad that my story touched your hearts :).
That is a lovely story, Liliana, but more than a story too.
“…man’s limited power of understanding,” is acknowledgement of the truth of our limitations and gives such credence to the importance of magic and miracles, which you combine so deftly with an acceptance of the part that science and religion essentially play in our lives. A very grounded and pithy write. Thank you for sharing it with us.