Make way for miracles
“Hold your own victory parades, award your own medals of honor.”—James Hillman
My dear friend Diane (who also submitted one of the all-time best selfies during the E-Cubed Selfie Challenge**) sent an email yesterday inquiring where I’ve been.
So, Diane, the answer which I’ll share with you and everyone else who hangs out at this party known as a blog, is I’ve been traveling.
I’ve been in the U.K. with my sister experiencing miracle after miracle after miracle. The Course tells us that if miracles aren’t happening on the daily something has gone wrong. Our perceptions are askew, our judgments are blocking our natural state of happiness.
Miracles, as far as I’m concerned don’t have to be ginormous (for example, five moonflowers in my garden popped open last night), but I’m going to share a couple biggies from my two weeks away. I could literally share 3000.
First, we had a magical, perfect-in-every-way day at Wimbledon, eventually sitting not far from the Royal Box on Centre Court. I hadn’t put this on any vision board. In fact, I’m not sure I even knew the famous tennis tournament was going on during my holiday, as the Brits call it.
But because I grew up in a tennis family (I once wrote an article that started with something like, “Not being able to play tennis in my family was like not being able to moonwalk in Michael Jackson’s family.”) Wimbledon is in my consciousness, in my thoughts. And most importantly, I hadn’t put going to Wimbledon in the “that’s not possible” box.
We all have two boxes. There’s the “of course, I can go to the grocery store, the local bar, the bank.” And then there’s the “that’s not possible” box.” At this point in my life, I’m happy to report there is very little left in my ‘that’s not possible” box. I’ve witnessed way too many “impossible” things.
In fact, someone recently sent me a picture of the pair of peacocks that marched in front of her suburban home after she made the intention to see one.
The second miracle involves my beloved Taz. The two of us traveled to London together at least twice. One time, in fact, we stayed in Room 222 at the Langham Hotel.
This time, my sis and I rented an Airbnb in Cookham, a short train ride from London. We loved this little town on the Thames SO MUCH that we only ventured into the big city one day, opting to catch a show in the West End. The name of the show? 2:22: A Ghost Story.
The last miracle I’m going to share because well, I’m sure you have other things to do than read a recounting of what I told my possibility posse was one perfect day after another, is that when I got home, an unexpected payment for a workshop I did years ago landed in my bank account. And well duh! It was the exact amount I’d spent during my amazingly awesome two weeks abroad.
If you build it—or rather if you don’t put something in the “that’s not possible box.”—it will come.
I love and appreciate you all SO MUCH and if you feel so inclined, I’d love to read some of your own recent miracles in the comments section below.
**The E3 Selfie Challenge encouraged readers to visualize their intentions in a selfie. Diane’s intention, to meet Al Pacino, included her and the handsome actor. Diane’s husband Marty even snapped the photo.
#222 Forever
Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World)