Seeing miracles in burnt toast: It's not just for Christians anymore!
I hear stories all the time about Jesus showing up on a tortilla or the Virgin Mary appearing on a dirty hospital window. Well, now it's Buddha's turn. Which, really, only seems fair.
Why am I so fascinated by things like this? It's not the visions themselves that intrigue me so much as the act of people finding meaning in the ordinary. I kind of like the idea of the entire world as a giant Rorschach test.
(Then again, who knows? Once, not long after I fell in love with my husband, I was eating an orange and found two seeds stuck together in the shape of a heart. Maybe the world is trying to speak to us.)
Why am I so fascinated by things like this? It's not the visions themselves that intrigue me so much as the act of people finding meaning in the ordinary. I kind of like the idea of the entire world as a giant Rorschach test.
(Then again, who knows? Once, not long after I fell in love with my husband, I was eating an orange and found two seeds stuck together in the shape of a heart. Maybe the world is trying to speak to us.)