There were days in London when my friend Helene and I would sit on the floor cutting magazines, scribbling with crayons and sharing positive affirmations. We were early thirties and you can do stuff like that when you are a fan of SARK.
Here in the States I completed a Dream Boogie program with her to encourage my creativity to come out again. It is working by the way.
Sark had sent us a challenge to record what happened when we used one of her transformation tools.
I chose to welcome in miraculous people. Now its a good idea to be out in the open to do this. Go for a walk and with open arms say "Miraculous people, find me now."
I was having a blue day at my desk in work, so I asked for my miracle while in the bathroom!!! (I know that sounds so wrong!!)
I was expecting something would solve everything and provide all the answers. For example an old boyfriend arriving, now well and healthy with all the money I lent him plus a million! Or the producers from Working Title who I foolishly ran away from in London, saying at last we found you, lets make that movie.
None of those arrived. I had the FedEx woman, the landlord and the UPS man. So, I sulked, thinking these visitors are not miracles, then I wondered if they may have important things to share? Not just packages and fixing lights. I started to talk, ask questions and listen.
My bosses mum came by, a recent widow. We hugged and cried and talked. Truly talked, beyond can you believe the weather and what about the price of gas! She shared a wonderful piece of advice that I keep with me everyday, and to be honest, every minute when needed.
Finding myself last week in a frightening situation, I continued this process. The miracle occurred in my realization that the miraculous people I need right now are walking around me. That other people have stories, thoughts, support and ideas too, that can really help. A message does not need to appear in a burning bush. It can be shared by a person walking through.
It is you and I who are the miracles. Yes, George Clooney with an invite to IHop is also a miracle, as he too is a human being. If George did call right now I wouldn't know what to do! I believe the right miracles arrive at the right time. They may not be the ones we are craving and dreaming for, they will be the ones we need. They may not be able to cure the illness or take away the grieve, they will be able to offer the strength to take the next step.
As I open more and invite people in, so I will grow. Incidentally and wonderfully, one of the people I met last week, who helped me tremendously with such honesty and care, was a pretty lady called Angel.
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