I know this sounds hippy-dippy but there have been times when I've been walking in the woods and I will ask the universe "why did this happen?" and the "answer" will be a rabbit running by or the wind in the trees.

When my dad passed away I asked "why" and when I returned to work after bereavement leave a plant I had on my desk had sprouted a beautiful flower, something it had never done before. I interpreted that as the "answer" even though I don't understand it.