Of Signs and Wonders, Miracles and Mysteries
My sister Karen is a healer. She is a licensed Massage Therapist and Healing Touch practitioner who works out of a small office in the suburbs. In a recent phone conversation Karen told me about working with a client, Tim, who passed from Cancer. He was the husband of her dear friend, and the experience of his difficult death shook Karen to her core. “It’s been five months,” she says tearfully, “and I can’t move past it.” She is struggling with doubt about her practice she tells me, and she is questioning her ability to offer any real comfort to clients who suffer as Tim did.
As she is speaking, I suddenly remember something that happened to me while she was giving me a massage a long time ago. I had dozed off and dreamt I was being given a message about one of her clients. When I described it to her at the time, she said she did not have any clients by that name. We joked that I was a terrible psychic secretary and dismissed it at that. Now, while still listening to her on the phone, I rummage through my bookshelf to find the small journal I used to keep in my purse. Flipping through the meager number of pages that have any writing on them, I quickly find my scribbled note. I interrupt her to read aloud what is written under the date 4/29/06 (five years earlier). It says; “Message for Karen. “Tim” Your healing is making a difference-it is touching him, changing him. He has the hand of God upon him.” On the other end of the phone line, Karen is crying now, telling me this is what she needed to hear.
Our lives are filled with miracles and mysteries, folded and tucked lovingly into the everyday moments we so often miss, or, dismiss. In the past year, I have written about them often. They are not always the hair-raising, skin tingling events like the message for my sister was, but they are all equally sacred:
“Many years ago during my darkest hour, I held a small grain of hope that there would be days like today. A still, clear, quiet, sun-dappled morning, children sleeping in upstairs rooms, an old dog curled at my feet–a populated solitude. I am alone, but not lonely. A day, extraordinary in its utter ordinariness. I had faith, and I am here and I am grateful.”
They often whisper to us:
“Returning to bed at 4:30am after letting the dogs out, I slip gingerly into the space between husband and child that still holds my shape. I whisper a complaint about my cold hands as I fold them over my middle. Two warm hands reach out from sleep and cover mine. One large, one small.”
They are small, precious gems, easily overlooked if we are not paying attention:
“I walk past the home of a woman I do not yet know and I am deeply and inexplicably moved to tears by the spring bulbs blooming outside her picture window. Little blue Scilla flowers spell out the word “ALIVE.” Years later, after we’ve become friends, I learn she had endured surgery for breast Cancer and, facing chemo treatment, she had planted this beautiful message of hope the previous fall to celebrate spring’s arrival and her survival.”
They are holy moments, all:
“I wake up to a 7-year-old stowaway in my bed. She is cuddled next to me, gazing straight into my blinking, bleary eyes. ‘I think heaven is different for everyone,’ she says to me, ‘like Candy Land or a beautiful meadow. For me it would be just like my life now, here, with my family.’ I nod, smile and pull her close.”
These experiences do not happen to me because there is anything special about me, my life, or my children. They are there in your life too, all around you. I promise you this is true. You just need to be present and aware. It takes practice to quiet your thoughts enough to really hear, see, and feel these glimpses of divinity, but I know they are everywhere. I believe that you feel it too.
Mammaste!
Divinity in the Everyday
Thank you!! I am so glad for Karen (and me) you kept that journal. All will be well – eventually.
Oh, Sue. Thank you and know my heart is with you. Thank you for letting me share this story. He was a beautiful man and still is a bright light of love around you.
What a wonderful story! That you held on to a note that made no real sense at the time and years later it was just the message she needed is pretty amazing.
I have had transitional messages in the past. Some come during waking moments, but generally they show up in dreams when I’m sleeping.
It’s too much to share in a comment, but one dream experience was life changing for me and took away many of my questions about what happens when we die.
Thanks for sharing your story.
Elizabeth, perhaps someday I will come to England and we will share our stories of dreams that are not really dreams at all, but experiences as real as those we have while we are awake! I no longer resist the urge to write them down. I just do and then I let go of them. Sooner or later I understand why.
Wow! This is so beautiful Lori. Thank you so much for sharing.
Wow. The power in the story is incredible. It brought me to tears. Thank you for sharing, thanks to Karen and Tim’s wife for allowing you. This was amazing. Thank you!
How I missed this beautiful comment from you, I’ll never know. Thank you Dena.
Fabulous story. Thank you for sharing!!!
Thank you for visiting!
What a wonderful story and the way the universe works.
Yes, indeed, it is a universe of small wonders!
My first comment went into the abyss so we’re going to try again and tell you how I loved your story and how amazing our world and universe is.
Thank you. I’m glad my story found you. I agree, the universe is a wonderful mystery.
Wow. Amazing story. Goosebumps!
Goosebumps here too!
Gorgeous….beautiful use of words. I feel like I have been wrapped in magick.
What a wonderful thing to say. Thank you!
I love the story too and I think I enjoyed all your holy moments even more for some reason. I am practicing absorbing, relishing, being in my moments. Your examples are beautiful and I appreciate your encouragement and truth that I have holy moments too. Thanks for sharing this today.
Good for you! Life is so rich with blessings, we just need eyes that see and perceive and ears that hear with an open heart. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. ❤
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So touching. I’m blinking back tears. Thank you for this post and for reminding us to be present in our every day lives.
You are welcome! I’m humbled by your comment, that you were so moved. Blessings abound.
This is beautifully written and so touching. I believe in these kinds of divine messages, but I don’t often write about my own experiences with them. Thanks for giving me this inspiration.
Stacey, thank you for such a high compliment to have inspired you to write about your own divine messages. I hope to read about yours too!
Lori Anne, Thank you for your beautiful writing.
Thank you right back for your beautiful comment Janet. ❤
This is a beautiful story and so poignant. I’m so glad you could be there for your sister with such a great message of hope.
What an amazing story and so incredible to give your sister that gift, right when she needed it most. I am just starting to wake up with a 3-year old stowaway and they are the best moments of my day ❤
I loved this story and the gift you gave your sister. Thank you for sharing and trusting what you felt was the right thing to do.
It is so easy to see the world as a good and Orderly place after reading your post. Thank you for what you bring.
Wow. Thank you for taking a moment to respond and share your sweet words of encouragement. Thank you for the blessings you bring to the world.
Such a beautiful collection of stories, Lori Anne! I am still visiting around from the blog hop, and this is a treasure. Thank you!
What a gracious thing to say. Thank you.
Thank you all for visiting and taking a moment to comment. My heart overflows with gratitude for all your lovely words. Blessings abound.