An apple materialised on my piano this morning. It just appeared. I looked round and there it was, green and red like something from a fairy tale - the apple from nowhere.
But here's a thing: I reckon apples-from-somewhere can be miracles too. It's just a question of timing.
I have eaten the apple-from-nowhere.
Of course, it wasn't really a magic apple. Emmie had sent it with a small child, who had placed it on the corner of the Nord Stage 2 EX (it really needs a name) and then walked off.
There are lots of 'apples from nowhere.' Sometimes we call them 'miracles', especially when we can't figure out the mystery behind them. I think that's okay. Money through the letter box that matches that exact bill you have to pay? Cool. Petrol gages that move towards F instead of E? Awesome. Apples from nowhere.
For example, the rain and the sun water the soil, an apple pip germinates into life and suddenly shoots into the Spring sunshine. Many years later, that same green sprout is now a tall apple tree, and its own apples begin to weigh down its branches. Then an apple is picked and thrown into a truck with a tonne of other apples. It's cleaned and washed and measured and taken to a supermarket, where my friend Emmie picks it up, brings it to camp and gives it to a small child to carry to me while I'm rehearsing with the band.
In the context of a pretty lifeless solar-system, galaxy, maybe universe even... I'd say that's something of a miracle.
So, my thought for the day today is probably that we should be thankful for the good things that happen, and not take them for granted, however they got here.
Because really, being here at all, blessed from above and content with below, is all something of an extraordinary miracle in the first place.
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