A few months ago I had the pleasure of speaking at a TEDx talk in San Francisco. The night before my talk I was future tripping because I only had eighteen minutes to speak. Typically I lecture extemporaneously for over an hour. Therefore, this new format was making me anxious. So I did what I always do when my anxiety creeps in. I sat my ass down on a meditation pillow and let my inner guide lead me to a new perception. After a few minutes of stillness I heard my inner guide loud and clear. Read More...

In the movie "Oh, God!” the title character, played by George Burns, explains to co-star John Denver that the last miracle he performed was the 1969 Mets – the implication being that God is a kind of celestial superhero whose random interventions result in some amazing things happening here on earth. This is likely how most folks view miracles, and pretty much how they’re defined on Dictionary.com:

I believe in miracles. Period. Full stop.

For some of you that may be a pretty ballsy statement—for others it may seem like an unrealistic pipe dream. Still others may want to believe in miracles but encounter resistance. Why have miracles become a cute concept we tweet about or a possibility we turn to only when all hell breaks loose? Why aren’t miracles an everyday occurrence, a moment-to-moment thought, an expectation?