Her name was Celeste. A name I wouldn’t mind having. I mean, I just love the word ‘celestial’. It’s such a magical name. Her auburn hair was pinned back and tucked under her uniform hat with a few wavy strands falling off to the side of her face. She had sparkly eyes and fair skin. A cheery personality with a delightful tone in her voice. She was a spirit lifter. A great fairy godmother. She exuded a loving mama presence. A total Earth Angel.

She worked as a barista in a local café I often visit, although I could easily see her in a summer straw hat working in her flowering garden and adjusting garden gnomes and angel statues in full bliss. I could see her smiling in content as she watched the butterflies steady themselves on her vibrant colored perennials. Every so often she may gaze at the swaying trees in her yard and image a nice wicker chair or two for her next garden décor purchase which she will have to save up for. She might be digging in the earth and humming a song she learned from her grandmother who sang the same song in the kitchen while cooking. She just seemed like that type.

And, today, I went to visit her at the café. An interaction I look forward to. She greeted me with a smile and bubbly voice that seemed very familiar…as if I was her daughter. She treated everyone like this. Welcoming them in with love and joy. I softly put my order in and she quickly began crafting my coffee behind the counter. She had a timing to this and new the exact moment to let the coffee sit and make her way to the register to collect my payment. She shyly read me the total and apologized that she had to charge me extra for choosing soy instead of regular milk. I assured her it was totally fine. She was relieved and returned to her smile. The sound of the register door slamming signaled me to walk over to the end of the counter where my drink was gently waiting. She met me there and handed it over to me and the words that slow danced out of her mouth were, “Here, I give you my heart.”

I thanked her with a deepness that I knew she could feel and then I walked out the door, and to my car. Got inside and placed my coffee in the holder. Put my key in the ignition and paused to shed a few tears. The happy kind of miracle tears. The ones that remind you that life is good and there are angels everywhere helping, supporting and guiding you. It was in this moment that I felt the touch of an angel. I drove home and drank my coffee in peace, tranquility, and great awareness of the love in each ounce.

“When you ask for miracles, you get folks.”
—Christopher Galtenberg

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Love abounds where self-care is nurtured. Tending my self-love garden is great and deep work.

Sometimes, I clear space by weeding.

Sometimes, I add nutrients to keep the soil well.

Sometimes, I allow the rain to do my watering during drought-full times.

Sometimes, things die and new things begin to bloom.

I travel along through the seasons, allowing myself to yield when needed and expand when strong.

And, within this realm of unconditional self-love there lives a Soul Sustenance that continually nurtures.

I am thriving, flourishing and allowing.

Where there is great love there are always miracles
~Willa Cather

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Miraculous discoveries await

Go peek…

Believe me when I say this…miracles abound.

At every moment.

Go discover them.

Wipe away the smears and watch them gracefully dance.

Miracles are alive.

They see you and smile.

They wait and whisper.

What are you waiting for?

Take a miracle by the hand and tell it how much joy it brings you.

Are you able to see a song? You can only hear a song. How can you see a song, or hear a light? You can only see light. Miracles are like that; you can only experience them.  ―SAI BABA, attributed, Modern Miracles

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Allowing people to be without breaking down my spirit or bending my truth to fit theirs is a challenge, but so shaping.

Its rewards are great.  I have expanded and grown from the experiences and continue to do so.

I sometimes struggle to define what I do, but for the sake of human understanding and for some left brain brownie points I am a sort of spiritual educator.  I have lovingly found a middle ground to stand upon in delight of the many unique and beautiful differences.  I sometimes only witness and other times I may guide and inspire.  Mostly simultaneously.

I gracefully dance in between realms comfortably with ease.  From a focus point of love, that is unconditional by nature.  A respect for another’s life experience from an ascended viewpoint without needing to change, fix, alter or join.

And, when I allow this to be…

I set myself  F R E E.

I release my own judgments, criticisms and limitations that I may be holding against myself.

I begin to loosen the ties of the ego,

And just allow myself to be.  This is the true gift.  It really is for me.

So the miracle of letting people be is really me letting me be “me”.

I innately know everyone is viscerally doing the best they can to feel good.  How can I be against that? 

When I find myself in this space teaching, loving, sharing, learning, living is effortless and at ease.  My wonderful teacher and dear friend explained to me that:  when my chalice is full then I can share the overflow with everyone else and not experience depletion, which in my honest opinion is not a helpful space to share and teach from.

I am full.

Full of self and love.

I respect me, my thoughts, my beliefs, my decisions, my opinions, and my inner guidance.

And,

I respect yours…from over here…within my FULL self.

Trust that they're making their lives work in the way that they're making their lives work and just teach through the power of your example.  ―Abraham Hicks

Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.  ~Marie Lloyd

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Love.  

Love performs miracles.

Choosing Love is allowing.

Choosing Love is releasing.

It always wins.

It always feels good and clear.

It makes peace.

It brings more…Love.

I can choose Love.

Love is idealess and unconditional.

Love is divine freedom and bliss.

Love feeds.

Love mends.

Love nourishes.

Love, I choose you.

Sometimes we are undecided, in a tangled bind, unsure, frustrated, annoyed with something or someone or in fear of an unknown outcome, but if you just greet it without judgment and ask it for a break, maybe within a night’s rest or even within hours it will reach for a lighted space and in this moment you can choose to put on the “love goggles” and infuse it with it’s pure and forgiving essence.  This will shift it dramatically.  I’ve been practicing and have been amazed with the results. 

For love is a GREAT power.  It is what we’re made of.  It’s what keeps the flow of the Universe.  It’s in our cells.  You can find it at every corner and in every smile.  Love is even in the silent spaces and is still set free with unspoken words.

Choose Love today.

"As we become purer channels for God's light, we develop an appetite for the sweetness that is possible in this world. A miracle worker is not geared toward fighting the world that is, but toward creating the world that could be." - Marianne Williamson

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The miracle of falling away.
Letting go.  Releasing.
Not doing, just BEing.

The planet is built through cycles.  As we are.
Being okay with the cycles is the challenge.  Just like the flower that closes it's bloom as the sun drifts into the night sky, we too should be okay with folding our petals inward for a short time.  To be with the inner body as it recharges, refoucuses and renews.

I have been in an ebbing process.  Pulling in my tide.  Being with myself.
I am choosing not to feel bad and forgive myself for not meeting my deadlines or spending less time online.  I am building on something great here.  Inner work.  I may not even recognize it yet, but I feel it.

I've been talking a lot about the gestation period a mother experiences during pregnancy.  Her body responds to this growing human being by building up or shedding certain things to prepare for the birthing of a miracle.  A cycle that can be told in a thousand ways.  This is the same cycle for our adult growth.  We may be in the dark at times, discomfort or even in unknown spaces.  But, soon we will be birthed anew and ready for the world.  A miracle will occur.

Honor these times.

Forgive youself.  Be gentle with you.

The cycles are eternal.  Embrace them.  It will always be full circle.  Returning.  Wavering.  Returning. 

"People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle."
- Thich Nhat Hanh

Miracles occur, every moment. Join me in noticing. What miraculous events have you noticed today?

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Something inside me catches my attention and urges me to stop and pause, be outside myself yet gaze from the inside.
I caught a glimpse of my hands as I folded freshly laundered towels. This awareness signaled an event that reeled out in slow motion. I begin to consciously fold as if it were an art. Connecting corners and patting the gently folded creases into rectangles, by threes. I enjoyed the contrast of my skin color against the white fluffy terry cloth towels. And, I began to watch the moment in awe.
I saw my mother's hands.  I have her hands.
I was the monk actively engaging in the experience of daily duties.
I was in the moment and presently aware.
I was focused yet I could still feel the wind rush through the window.
I watched my hands move rhythmically, gently and slowly. They did a dance. They expressed according to my feeling.
It was not just a meaningless chore, but a meaningful moment of presence.
There was beauty in it all, there was beauty all around.

The towels: my medium for the moment and my hands danced and performed such a beautiful expression of presence.  My hands told a story in graceful movements.  

Translating.

Expressing.

This is it, I thought. Life is an opportunity to artfully express.  Many miraculous moments waiting to be noticed.

And now, I sit here at the end of the day listening to piano solos, typing and reliving the blissful moments from earlier.

“A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people don’t allow the happy moments, because they’re so busy trying to get a happy life.” -Abraham-Hicks

Do try it! Take a moment and fully engage in it!

Dancing hands,
Melissa

I was in miracle-ville today.

A jar of magic crystals that I sent to a friend safely made it to her mailbox (as she was concerned with the postal service in her state). I trusted the crystals to perform their magic and miraculously appear as they were meant to. She also asked me to pray for rain for her fire ravaged state and I simply said to her in an email:

Visions of cool crisp clean rain pouring down filling wheelbarrows and buckets outside. I can hear it tapping on the rooftops and see people running out dancing in the rain! Fires steam out of power as the rain falls upon the flames. Putting fires out! Rain, rain, pour down!

And guess what?

The crystals showed up safely and it brought some refreshing rain to the thirsty climate.

Miracle?

Why, yes. My work? Nah...just the work of a miracle. I'm only noticing.

I hurried to the store to grab some things for dinner and I was stressed about how much time I had to get to cooking and preparing a meal for my hungry family. I drove to the store and said out loud, "I sure do need a miracle right about now!"

I quickly made my way to grab a cart, and a smiling man offered his empty cart to me by pushing it my way, saying, "Here, you can have this one".  I stopped and smiled at him, thanking him. And, as I began to steer the cart towards the entrance, he said, "look at this beautiful weather, isn't it a miracle?"

Miracle?

Yes, indeed.

They do like being noticed.

"If the grace of God miraculously operates,
it probably operates through the subliminal door."
William James (1842-1910) American philosopher and psychologist.

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"In order to be a realist you must believe in miracles."
~Henry Christopher Bailey

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A creation tugged at me.  It slept within me anxiosly awaiting it's birth.  i shared it with a dear friend and lo and behold...a miracle occured!

My Goddess Spirit SiSTAR, Maya AND I got together and created something fun and FULLhearted!  Our love and connection for the nature spirits and elemental folk wanted to come out and play!  So in celebration of International Fairy Day (June 24th) we began a joyfilled project of a precious picture story book that we now graciously gift to YOU!  Click below to download or go to the Goodies For YOU page!

Oh Goodness!  It was such a creativity ride and we definitely got to dance with the faeries!  Enjoy and Happy Monday!

PS.
This is how I am celebrating!  The faeries made me do it.