Daily Miracles: “It will be okay”

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A few days ago, I was typing on my laptop while listening to Estas Tonne, my all-time favorite guitarist. I was feeling a bit stressed, a bit down.

Suddenly, I heard Estas whisper: “It will be okay.”

I stopped typing.

Huh??

What was that?

I’d listened to this particular song a million times before—and I’d never heard him say those words!

How odd!?

With butterflies in my heart, I stopped the track and rewound to twenty seconds earlier.

I listened for the words “it will be okay.”

I listened…

…and I rewound again.

They were not there.

The words were not there.

Daily Miracles: the Wooden Floor, the Meditation

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Time spins and swirls: it doesn’t exist.

The great miracle is that we don’t lose the ones we love.

The ones we love stay with us. They shape us; they live and breathe inside our bones.

Today, I was missing someone. I sat down to meditate. I kept my eyes open and softly gazed at the wooden floor.

The patterns in the wood begin to spin and swirl. The light coming in from the window did a pretty, pretty dance.

For a few minutes, a few thoughts held on…

and…then…they were gone.

I was me. Just me again. Just me, with you. Us. The infinite Universe. A small being, and also everything.

You were there. The one I was missing. You were there.

The meditation bell rang, we did our bows, and then I put on my shoes. I entered the day.

Daily Miracles: The Free Massage

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A few days ago, I was super stressed out. My neck felt like it was made of fire and my legs like they were made of stone. I felt tired, anxious, and short of breath.

Although my intention has been to save—and not spend—money this month on anything “extra,” I knew that what I most needed was a massage. I knew it would be the best plan for self-care, the best way to heal.

So, I texted my favorite massage therapist. I waited all morning and afternoon, but he did not reply. I felt sad, as I watched the hours tick by, with no response.

By evening, however, I received a text from one of my dearest friends, who is currently a student in massage school. He wrote: “Intuition told me to ask you: Can I give you a massage?”

And so, that night, my darling friend came over to my home, and I received a very blissful two-hour massage experience for absolutely free. And, on top of that, we had time for a wonderful conversation, wherein I was able to express some of my feelings and release some much-needed tears. The evening was much better than anything I could have ever paid money for. It was perfect. Exactly what I needed.

 

The Universe loves us.

The Universe provides for us.