MIRACLES

“There are only two ways to live your life.  One is as though nothing is a miracle.  The other is as though everything is a miracle.” 

So says a man named Albert Einstein.

On the face of it, especially with the use of the word “miracle”, one immediately connects this statement with the debate that pits people who believe in God against people who don’t.  This in turn gels the argument into a science vs. religion battle, and soon Mr. Einstein’s humble observation is lost in the clutter of 21^st Century conventional wisdom sound bites that either tell us there is a God or strives to prove there isn’t.

While everyone is wrangling with this totally irrelevant matter, miracles continue to happen.

Take for instance, snowflakes.  On the one hand there is nothing special about them.  This is Canada; we get snow.  The Weather Network is forecasting another storm coming our way today to refresh our dazzling white landscape for the holidays.  The thing is, even though the snowflakes that fall will number in the billions of trillions, no two of them will be exactly the same.  How can it be that water can crystalize in so many shapes and sizes?  For those with no sense of wonder, snow is just a nuisance to endure.  For those who are open to wonder and awe, the uniqueness of each individual flake transforms the mundane into the miraculous.    

We can use words like “wondrous” to describe the beauty that surrounds us, or we can mutter and curse as we shovel our sidewalks and driveways.

It matters not if you attribute miracles to God, a super being who allegedly put the universe together in seven days just a few thousand years ago, or if you subscribe to the scientific theory that this inconceivably vast universe evolved one tiny increment at a time over billions of years arranging for us to arrive at this time and place we enjoy today by pure happenstance.  Both of these scenarios seem preposterous to me, but make no mistake, they would both require miracles to have happened, either way.

It isn’t just Einstein’s words that are important in this case; it’s the fact that they come from him, a man famous for the scientific work he accomplished to discover, define, and then describe the laws of physics that tie our universe together.  His is one of the most celebrated of all scientific minds in modern times telling us that religion had no exclusivity in the field of miracles for him.  He understood that science merely gave him a language with which to explain how things like the miracle of gravity worked.

More than once in my life I’ve had to ponder the special miracle that is life.  From the first breath we draw when we find ourselves cold and separate from our mother for the first time, to the last wisp of air to leave our used-up body; what drives that whole engine?  Or, more to the point, what turns the engine on?  And what happens to make it shut off? 

Again, there are pat answers given by the Church and argued against by the science community and I don’t disagree with either of them.  What I am talking about is maybe best described by saying that the sense of wonder I have over these two breaths (and everything that happens between them) is separate from both religion and science.  It’s something personal I feel between myself and this Universe/time/place that I inhabit.  There is no where that I don’t see miracles. 

There are only two ways to live your life: 

One is as though nothing is a miracle; the other is as if everything is.

I choose the latter.

 

TO DO …

If merely starting a list of things that need done got me anywhere, boy would I be ahead of the game.

If recording my intentions on paper accomplished anything, this place would be dazzling in its cleanliness.

If itemizing tasks to be done could inspire the magic Christmas elves to get busy, I could sit back, munch on poppycock, and just enjoy the show. 

Unfortunately, none of these things are happening.  Well, except for the munching on poppycock. 

I have several lists on the go.  I think the first one hit the paper it’s written on a month ago.  It’s still kicking around here somewhere.  It was kind of a long-range, non-specific thing.  More of a vague acknowledgement of long-term goals.  Things like create-extra-bedroom-in-office and de-scale shower stall, because we have guests coming for the holidays.  Mixed in with these big jobs, though, were little doable things like order some things from Amazon, figure out what’s up with the Coop bill, and make poppycock, to name a few.  It always feels good to be able to cross some things off your list so a few of the jobs have to be easy.

This first list was not very productive.  Sure enough, I took care of the easy-peasy ones, got the dopamine high from crossing them off (coupled with the sugar high from poppycock, it was a good day), and then stalled out in the real work department.

A week or so later, on a day warm enough to get my outdoor decorations up, I came in feeling quite accomplished, grabbed a pen to inscribe “get outdoor decorations up!” and briefly basked in the joy of crossing it off. 

This wasn’t added to the old list, though, I started a new one.  It was time to get serious.  This one also had “bake tarts”, “wash walls and clean light fixtures”, and obviously the office/bedroom thing and the shower stall thing had to be moved over to list #2 – those Christmas elves were holding out on me. 

List #3 came into being because I was heading to the city for an eye appointment and I planned to multi-task while I was there.  I don’t know who decided to cut off the world supply of mincemeat, but I’m not amused!  Yes there are tiny jars of quasi mincemeat at exorbitant prices, but it’s not the same! Forgive me my rant, I digress …

By this time the strike was on and my Amazon purchases were being held hostage by CUPW somewhere in the netherworld so #4 was a list of ideas on what to do about that.  Except for a few small things I have declared that Christmas 2024 shall be doled out in random spurts as things show up.  It will add an element of surprise to the season.

Meanwhile, I have managed to bake tarts (2/3rds already eaten), make 3 batches of cookies (3/4^ths eaten or given away), make a huge batch of nuts and bolts (just last night so they are mostly still here), and of course, two batches of poppycock (halfway through the second).  The office/bedroom and shower situation remain unresolved; darn those elves!

The list I penned this morning (on fresh paper with my favorite pen in my best handwriting, just like the first day of school!) has ‘write CtC column’ on it.  Isn’t that exciting?  Something I will be able to cross off right away!  But, as we are now in December and time is getting tight, it also has ‘decorate the tree’, ‘write Christmas letter’, ‘clean porch’ and ‘wash floors’ along with the ever-present office/bedroom and shower cleanse assignments.  Those not-so-magic Christmas elves are really starting to annoy me.

I must have a To Do list in every room by now.  The one I had on my desk must have been thrown out yesterday when I decided that I couldn’t concentrate on writing surrounded with so much clutter.  One of the items on it was ‘pay Sasktel bill’, which I went to do and had to search through the last three screens of emails to find the amount and account # which were also on that paper.  Not only did the task take me way more time than it should have, but I also have nowhere to cross it off.  The effort seems wasted somehow.

This column is done, though – check.  And my desk is 7/8ths clear – check.  And my new list (#6, I believe) starts out with ‘write Christmas email’.  Gotta get that done.

I’m truly disappointed with those elves …