Manifesting Miracles
(Reposted from the Love Without Traffic blog 2022)
I’m a huge believer in synchronicities, signs, magic and miracles; in fact, I experience them all the time. But THIS was almost unbelievable, even for my life (and that’s saying something!) ...
The plan went like this: complete pre-publishing prep at a high-vibe, low-distraction area with a blooming spring, and finally get Love Without Traffic (the novel) into the world. As has been the case each and every time I’ve tried a plan of that nature, it failed spectacularly. At least this time, the list of unexpected distractions did not include any future ex-husbands.
They did include a loud construction project next door to the house where I was pet sitting that sent me running for the hills. Literally. I packed up my frustration and went on what turned out to be a miraculous hiking adventure.
I did some EFT (tapping) while driving, a tool I’d recently reconnected with while teaching a coaching client how to use it to build her sense of self-worth.
Within minutes, I felt calmer and remembered how often construction, despite its noise, has often served as a great guide. It has led to necessary life changes, special friendships and even a magical experience or two.
I decided this experience was going to be one of those magical ones. First, I needed to surrender the idea of publishing Love Without Traffic on Mother’s Day of that year - my first without mine after she had passed on to life after life.
Honoring my mom that way had been a special idea; trying to make my first Mother’s Day without her more celebratory than painful wasn’t. I was in the early stages of grieving, and I needed to experience my emotions, not try to shift them or make that day be about something other than what it was.
What I clearly needed to do was hike, Wild-style, let my heart experience the core of the grief I’d been trying to outrun, and find new ways to connect with my mom.
Wild author Cheryl Strayed wasn’t kidding. Hiking may have started as a construction coping mech and escape that day, but those mountains and waterfalls taught and healed me so much. They also led straight to that new connection with my mom that I’d been craving.
I’d experienced some amazing signs since my mom’s passing…but nothing like the almost unbelievable ones that began when I surrendered my self-imposed publishing deadline that day!
I ended up on what I thought was the wrong trail until learning that very day there is no such thing. At an overlook, a woman approached and offered to take my photo. I wasn’t in a social mood so I offered to take hers and began to move on when she also declined. A few steps later, I felt as if a force was pushing me back.
Okay. I’ll receive that photo.
I learned that just like me, this woman had meant to hike Craggy Pinnacle that morning. A few hours of hiking with my new friend and a long soul-nourishing conversation later, I decided to check out my originally intended destination.
Shortly after I reached the summit, a mom and three teens began their descent, leaving me with a breathtaking panoramic view, two men and a whole lot of quiet.
After a few moments of that, one of their phones began to play a song from the 70s. It only took me three notes, since I was a Name That Tune master back in the day, and I was in complete awe. My mom had been sending my sister and I song signs - primarily from the Carpenters.
“What the?...” the guy asked, staring at his device.
“Can you make that happen again?” I asked.
“Probably not,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t know how it happened the first time!”
“That’s not your ringtone?”
“I’ve never even heard that song!”
I don’t like to make assumptions based on appearances, but this guy was not someone I expected to tear up when I told him about my mom and the signs.
Even though I’m a big believer in signs and magic, the logical part of my brain still sometimes searches for explanations - usually for other people, who may not be as open.
“Do you have a voice activation thing on there?” I asked. “Maybe you said the song title.”
That would have made since we were, indeed, on “Top Of The World.”
He and his friend looked at one another and laughed. Neither of them had said a word since arriving on the summit.
The three of us got into a conversation about our travels.
“Where are you heading next?” Chris, the owner of the Carpenters-possessed phone, asked.
“Pawleys Island,” I revealed.
“Stop!” he exclaimed, with a look of utter disbelief on his face.
Not only had he heard of it, which would have been surprising enough since I hadn’t until a few days prior when I was invited to catsit there, but he’d also vacationed there throughout childhood. It had been the favorite destination for his own mother, who had passed on a few years ago. The very last spot she’d enjoyed her last vacation.
He teared up again, and told me I’d made his day.
Although no stranger to magic and divine timing, I was in awe of that experience, even before learning he and his friend had also ended up at the wrong trail that morning, and arrived at Craggy when they did as a result - just like me.
A few weeks later, I shared my Asheville adventure stories with friends at a Floridian beach, as a live band began to perform at a restaurant across the street.
A cloud shaped like a heart formed in the sky as I told them the Top of the World story. Just then, the band began to play a very unlikely cover song for that scenario. Once again, I could name that song in three notes.
That exact same song!
I share a lot of manifestations and miracles in my books. Read more about Love Without Traffic and The Relationship Ride for more manifesting and miracles …
