Dancing a miracle: The room became very dense, warm and quiet. It felt like I was within a womb of energy which came down from the ceiling like a wave, pushing down into the floor. And then I heard a voice say to me, “Hmm. I like what you’re doing here.” There was a pause, followed by, “Your wings will be here.”
Be the Changes You Want to See: How would you change the world? How would you walk your talk? What would you stand for and believe in? This poem was written at a time in my life when I needed to review my vision often. The links are to pages on my website that delve deeper into the topic. I hope the poem inspires you to write your own.
“Mom? I brought someone to see you,” Bridget said. Groaning, Grace opened her eyes and gazed at me. “Are you an angel?” She asked. I don’t know how or why I said what I did, because it was totally out of character, but I said, “Yes I am,” softly but confidently. “Did I really just say that?” I thought to myself in amazement. Who did I think I was anyway? Sometimes the right things just come out of my mouth. I find more and more that as I align myself with a life of service and center on connectedness with Spirit, it happens more and more. What she said next made me choke back tears of sadness…