Miracle Moments

I don't mind telling you I'm tired tonite. Emotionally worn out and physically tired. I'm juggling a lot of people and things and it's catching up with me. But I've learned-the hard way-that rest is a great remedy. To let the issues go until the morning...when the mind and the spirit are rejuvenated. I learned in rehab that taking care of ourselves is the first step toward a healthy lifestyle...It's the first healthy choice. And I know from long years of experience, that everything looks a little better in the morning...a little clearer and a little less overwhelming. And as I quiet myself--silence my thoughts--my spirit draws strength from a divine energy that flows best when my mind is at rest. It is the optimum time for God to renew my soul and empower my will with his healing touch. In the morning-facing our responsibilities becomes less burdensome, less weighty. The vision of hope that is always God's legacy for those who believe-energizes optimism even...

"The greatest battles of life are fought out daily in the silent chambers of the soul." David O. McKay It's a beautiful sight. To see a father and son talking. To see two men who are so alike, yet worlds apart-trying to reconnect. The miles of separation makes the boys who are now men... feel like insecure children...not quite knowing what to say--or how to say what they mean....when really -all they want to say, is "I love you-I've missed you...I need you." Sometimes it takes a near tragedy to send the walls crashing down...to remove the great divide that separates us... and imprisons us in the futility of fear. Fear is a force that fuels our insecurities and locks us in our own private time warp...where we worry about rejection and betrayal. Frozen in time...we are simply afraid to break the ice...to lose our grip on who we have become--because somewhere deep inside we know-it's not who we should have become. My son and his dad are treading on thin ice...

God sent me my second son when I least expected it. I was frustrated...told God "I guess you want me to speak about you and Medjugorje for the rest of my days and not have anymore children...fine, just fine!" Of course I didn't mean it-but what could I do?! I had miscarried a baby in the holy hills of Medjugorje ...far from home in the land of Bosnia Herzegovina. I was sent there to report on the reported apparitions of the Blessed Mother. Before my assignment ended, I had gained a long lost faith...but I had lost- my greatest treasure, the miracle of life...Over the next several months I tried hard to replace my lost baby, but fate kept saying no...so I surrendered to the possibility that God had other plans for me. That's when-it happened--when I least expected it-life returned and renewed my spirit... He's 19 now...smart, tall, dark and handsome...and at a crossroads... We talked for hours today...about the power of God...about our ability to understand his wi...

I went to my first political party in ages. Nothing much has changed. The handshaking, the smiles the promises and the personalities. The worker bees gather, proudly displaying their support and their sincere devotion to the politician of the hour and the politicos themselves absorb the praise and the adulation with a professed sincerity that would make any mom proud. It takes a lot to get elected. A lot of time and money and maneuvering and manpower. Sometimes, almost all the time, there's a lot of manipulation--of people, places, ideas and positions. Sometimes the very people we peg as the best choice-happen to be the worst pick. In fact, there is no litmus test for choosing the honorable candidate--because there is something about power and control that changes a human being....slowly, but surely, seducing the honesty right out from underneath them...Not necessarily illegal acts...but too often--good old fashioned values...get robbed and are replaced by inconsiderate, thoughtles...

When it rains it pours... but I've grown to love the pouring rain...especially when I'm indoors, snuggled up with a good book or a movie...I love the sound of the pelting rain drops on the windows...and the crash of thunder ....and the dreary dark sky that feels as though the heavens are brooding. I also likes what comes next...I know that after every rainstorm, the darkness disappears and the clouds drift away revealing the bluest skys and the brightest sunshine...and as I stare skyward I smile at the wonderful transition-that mother nature has made over and over and over again. I try to remember that I too must yield to the changes...the unexpected storms and situations that darken my days...that leave a forboding feeling in the pit of my stomach....I must remember that this too shall pass---and in the transition I will discover the timeless beauty and the essence of the gift that is my latest challenge. Today, I spent hours waiting to see one of my amazing sons...he is strug...

"The Tao person embraces the One And lives in peace by its pattern. Do not dwell on your ego, and you will discover your soul. Avoid prideful acts, and your work will endure. If you do not compete, no one on earth will compete against you. Follow the ancient wisdom: 'Yield and overcome.' True peace is achieved By centering And blending with life." (Tao Te Ching22)2 The essence of our lives is as natural as a soft subtle breeze or a flowing spring...to live wisely means we lead wisely...to love unconditionally means we love freely, to forgive completely means we forget everything...In the human dimension we often fall short of our essence, get lost in the living and let go of our living. So as we seek balance, hope for harmony and pray for peace...let us remember that our personal space- the essence of our being-integrated with the cycles of nature--is the most natural balance for ourselves and for our world.

Everyone has a conscience and when we violate the pre programmed code...our inner peace is compromised. It's that simple. Nothing seems to go right because nothing inside feels right. We are wired for serenity--the deep soul inspiring serenity that says we are simply spectacular and nothing can get in our way. It's critical that we get that...that we stay in tune with our inner workings, so that our wires don't get crossed...and so that we don't short circuit the heavenly handiwork that has been uniquely designed for us. In fact it doesn't matter if you believe in God -there is an internal knowing, an internal urging that tells you something you've done, or something you're engaged in-- is fundamentally wrong... is out of whack with what you were set up to be, with how you were wried to behave. I speak from experience...unfortunately-lots and lots of experiences...but looking back...I can clearly see the imprint of doubt and worry and fear that urged me to u...