Blessings and Miracles

So.  Life, as my husband and I knew it, changed on May 28, 2014.  My previous blog post spoke about it.  The Universe answers prayers (whatever you consider a prayer to be) in record time these days.  We lose someone close to us and a major player in our business and voila’, just the right person (or so we thought) comes to us with an offer we can’t refuse.  Perfect.  And so life is back on track and we begin to pick up the pieces.  Oh but wait…not so fast the Universe says…that was much to easy.  The Universe says to us “you talk a lot about staying in the place of the Most High, well, let’s see what happens with the rubber meets the road.”  Just as quickly as this perfect person decided to work for us, a different decision is made a couple of weeks later than perhaps it’s not so perfect after all.  Okay, Universe.  Throw me the ball.  I’m ready.

So in a nutshell (funny I should use that term since our company is The Nutman Co. USA, Inc.), the winds blew one direction one day and then tossed everything up in the air and blew them a different direction the next day.  The rubber met the road and it hit a speed bump.  Does a speed bump deter a well-trained winning race driver?  I think not.  

Clearly we MUST see these circumstances that come to us as blessings…blessings in the form of a road map and an internal GPS system.  If we stay in the driver’s seat and maneuver through life’s obstacle course with grace and gratitude, we will be shown the way to the winner’s circle.  Miracles manifest by trusting this internal guidance system.

A friend once wrote, “Our experience of miracles could include such things as life itself, our consciousness, the ability to reason, the experience of loving and so on. Then there are countless other miracles that relate to all the blessings that have come to us in our lives.  Hopefully, we each can see the miraculous way in which the personal affairs and emerging design of our lives have all unfolded.”

Yes, I certainly can.  Life has a design.  I don’t question it anymore.  I open myself to the constant movement of the Universe and find a plethora of gifts streaming forth.  If I were to think of all the things I’ve done and where I’ve been and what it took to be here in this moment…well, it would be truly mind-blowing.  But I Am Here Now.  And life’s adventure is unfolding at record speed.

My seatbelt and my helmet are on.  The engine is revving.  Bring on the obstacle course and the speed bumps.  It is a privilege to participate consciously in this delightfully crazy adventure.

Va-va-va-vroom!  Let the blessings and the miracles continue.

Movement as Prayer

The body says...

I’m currently reading a book entitled, “Help, Thanks, Wow: Three Essential Prayers” by Anne Lamott.   Ms Lamott, for this book alone, has risen to the top of my favorite authors list.  

Three prayers:  Help, Thanks, Wow.   Lamott describes in real life situations how a simple prayer of “Help” or “Thanks” or “Wow” to the Universe brings about change.  Ahhhh…change.  No wonder so many prayers fall short of their mark…not many folks are willing to change or make changes.   When I was little I thought if I prayed everything would be alright.  But things weren’t alright, not always.  Perhaps it was my bartering that made my prayers a little less substantial.  “If you will only do this one thing for me, God, I promise I’ll never….(fill in the blank).”  Tsk. Tsk. It was my end of the bargain that always fell short.  The Universe more often than not answered my prayer.  What was I doing wrong?  Could it be that I wasn’t taking responsibility…that I was assuming that all I needed to do was ask the Powers That Be to do something and I didn’t have to do anything in return?  Well, gee.  I was young.  Come on.  Give a girl a break.  HA.  How about 10,000 breaks?  

I’ve grown up to some degree since those days of  bartering…of long lengthy prayers about what I would do “if only”.  These days there’s no bartering.  I just need to move my body. My movement becomes my prayer.  Simple.  When I find that I’m desiring something…I move my body.  Help — in the freedom and form of Nia.  When I want to express gratitude …I move my body.  Thanks — in the freedom and form of Nia.  For those awe-inspiring magical moments (which happen more often than not)…I move my body.  Wow — in the freedom and form of Nia.

“The body says what words cannot”.  — Martha Graham

No words are necessary.  Just the passion, the love for moving and dancing and wiggling and shaking, for making shapes and the love  for expressing the unique spirit that inhabits and animates this human form; the love for using my mind to imagine and visualize, the love for using my emotions to feel.  Movement as prayer.

Help.  Thanks.  Wow.  Thank you Anne Lamott for simplifying prayer.  Thank you Debbie Rosas Stewart and Carlos AyaRosas for allowing Nia to come through your bodies, minds, hearts and spirits into the world so that Life could set me on a path of discovering the Joy of Movement and that Movement As Prayer…IS ceaseless prayer.  Now I Am ….  Sacred.