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By Judith Kroll
Life
Like Rain on the tin roof, is the beat of an unborn heart. It is steady, and gentle, new life, new love.
I held my hand over my extended stomach and felt the
movements, and heard the music of the heart beat, and I fell in love all
over again. I never even new a child was part of me for three months. I
suspected it, but didn’t have it confirmed until three months. Baby had
grown silently without my knowing. That is a miracle.
We are constantly bombarded with miracles in our lives.
Sometimes we perceive them and sometimes we don’t, but either way, they
are there.
What are the tiny miracles that happen do us all the time?
When a person sees an animal in trouble, and fixes that situation to
save or help the animal, that is a miracle, for the animal. Right place
at the right time and the right person shows up. Yes, we are part of the
miracles, like a woman giving birth. , like the doctor and nurse
helping in that birth. Like the parents raising the child to become
wholesome adults in this colorful world.
When we experience a sunrise, or jump with joy when we see
the first bud pop thru the earth after a hard winter. These are truly
miracles.
When a another soul touches our soul even if it is with a
smile, that is a miracle as well. Anytime our soul jumps we remember, we
rejoice, we feel connected to the universe, that is a miracle.
Yes, there are many disturbing ,hateful, unloving aspects of people on
this planet. We just continue to shine our soul power and it will help
others shine their soul power, and then others hopefully will catch on.
Judith
Pixie
Look at a picture of a Pixie. I have seen one in real life. He was about the size of my thumb.
I was in bed. I woke up and saw a little boy wearing a baby
blue shirt, and shorts. He looked like a friendly fella. He had the
cutest smile. He kept looking down at me and smiling.
I raised my hand and offered for him to rest on my hand, but
he didn't move. I thought he was flesh and blood, and at the time I
never heard of Pixies. I looked them up on line, and found a picture.
I could feel his love and kindness, and then he decided to
leave. To my surprise he went right thru the wall to the outside. So He
was spirit. Some say he can do both, be flesh and blood, and spirit.
I am amazed at the abundance of love that is in the world.
Yet we tend to pass it/them over, or we are told it/they are bad. We
are surrounded with love. We just have to teach ourselves to be aware.
I read a mushroom acts as an antenna for a tree, trees. That
is how they, the trees communicate. Life is active in so many forms.
May we continue to be blessed with the different aspects of love on this planet. Even an apple is love.
Judith
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