Kaleidoscope of Miracles

INTRODUCTION

You may call these blogs, extracted from my journal, mere coincidences, but they are my way of expressing the awe I feel when my desires are fulfilled on minor domestic issues that I feel do not even warrant a prayer. For years, I have known my thoughts are an open book, as it surely is for all Creation. I have been granted constant awareness and intend to use my skills to exalt His Glory, to act according to His Will.

I sense Divine Guidance in the everyday: unexpected meetings, friends pointing me in a certain direction, minor domestic accidents, highlighting my carelessness. Most people call such happenings, luck, or in the case of a fall or breakage will curse and not realize that it is a gentle chastisement to enhance their awareness.

My day is a kaleidoscope of amazing experiences and sensations and I used to stop to ask: am I really guided or is it all a mental aberration? I decided that whatever the case, I am doing something extraordinary. For thirteen years I have been creating a chronicle of my ‘condition,’ diligently, consistently and to the best of my ability; the poems flow, inspired by honest emotion. I believe that, one day, my testimony will be widely read for this is my assignment in life.

GUIDED BY A CELL-PHONE

The intense, almost moment-to-moment connection and guidance I feel at home and especially in my studio are missing here, in the land of my birth. Out in the world, in the teeming metropolis, in the immensity of nature and by the fathomless sea, I am just another minuscule scrap of humanity.

But I am not forsaken, as the following story will show. In Psalm 47.7 one is exhorted to "sing praises to God in a skillful song," but I don't know if I am eloquent enough to convince you of the wonder, of the unexplainable coordination of external and internal events seemingly directed by a mobile phone. I absolutely felt the Power and the Glory.

We are walking back towards our lodgings along the coast road at about 10 p.m. The sky is only just beginning to darken. We walk separately, a chasm between us. As usual David is deeply engrossed in his multi-purpose mobile phone with which he seems to be having a love affair. It has been like this since the beginning of the trip and he is neglecting me. All at once I feel a terrible loneliness which manifests itself in physical pain. I am overcome with stomach cramps and desperately need to use the toilet. But we are miles from the hotel and there are no cafes in sight.

Before I can tell David of my predicament, he appears to receive a signal on his mobile, utters triumphantly: "Free access to e-mail at East," and veers sharply to the left into the hidden entrance of a bar called East. Filled with awe, I am swept along in his wake and to my right I see a door marked 'Girls,' which opens into a most elegant, well-appointed ladies room. Not more than a minute has passed since my original discomfort and panic and I find myself in this haven.

When I rejoin my husband he is reading our home e-mail messages on the little screen, which include heart-warming responses to our launch invitation. We order a drink and compose e-mails to our children, attaching photos of ourselves taken that evening in the guest house garden, with the same amazing device.

Surely one doesn't have to be aware, as I am, of mysterious ways, to realize that everything is a miracle?