mysticism explained?

this morning, as i stood in one corner of the room, quietly  getting dressed, a picture, which had been leaning against the wall, sitting on my dresser across the room for months, suddenly slid forward, pushing off a glass candle holder, which then shattered on the floor.

as i walked over, puzzled about why that happened, i noticed that behind the picture frame were a bunch of drawings by my daughters. the one on top was just J's name in big, fat letters and lots of colors, filling the entire page. something my younger kid had painted for J when he was away.

as i swept up the shards on the floor, i thought about how one could now interpret this. yes, it could just be a total random thing. this stuff happens. but, maybe it was J - saying hello ... or being angry that he can't help relief this constant sadness i now carry with me.

and then this made me think about how mysticism works... or maybe works. everything that happens to us or around us can probably be rationally explained somehow, even if we don't have the capacity to do so. however, i think, the whole point of the mystical is to be subtle. maybe, the other dimension is allowed to give us small signs but they can't be too tangible, for it would throw off our concept of reality and probably drive some of us insane. things have been happening this year in a way they have never happened before. many of them could be coincidence or explained away with some stretch of the imagination (or sense of what's rational, that is), but how would that help me? it wouldn't. and that's why the signs are subtle. so that we have reality to hold on to if we needed it - but also the option to see and appreciate the comfort of something else besides this bleak existence of grief.