This last moonth has been a bit of an eye opener.
I beavered away the moonth before getting four video courses uploaded to Insight Timer (with more lined up in the wings). At last, I thought, I could move the majority of my extensive archive to one place and reduce complexity of hosting – and reach the millions registered with the app. Then I got an email saying they were holding back on video course, workshops and mentoring. Hey ho, I then thought, there must be another way.
So I looked at which of my courses might work as audio only courses, which are still OK, and came across a series of meditations inspired by my book, Soulwaves, originally called The Soul-full Path.
So I remastered it, added a brand new meditation to help your soul actually incarnate and re-entitled it Your Soul Path and uploaded it to the app. Hopefully it will pass muster and be available by the time the Moon orbits the Earth once more.
Any time we work with materials which connect us with our soul, magical and mysterious events can be stirred up in our lives. Sometimes these events are of major significance and sometime they are tiny. Sometimes the mere recognition of them is of deeper and wider import than the happening itself.
So I got the course uploaded the day we went away for a short jaunt in the motorhome to the beautiful Mendip Hills, having got it back again after lending it to a friend in need for a few months, during her house transition. We had to kit out the van again and upon arrival at our overnight stop, we discovered that we didn’t have a teaspoon. We resolved to naughtily purloin one from a coffee shop the next day.
So we were in Cheddar Gorge sitting down with a latte and hot chocolate. We don’t take sugar but dutifully it arrived along with two teaspoons. Our conscience hit us and we agreed it wasn’t right to steal a spoon.
Now the road through the gorge is closed at the moment while they secure the rock face so we walked up the gorge as far as we could. Bear in mind, no cars are going up there right now, so minimal traffic and footfall.
So blow me down with a feather but on the side of the road, in broad daylight, was a single teaspoon. It was just perfect. So we both removed some litter from the beauty spot and solved our lack of an implement to extract tea bags.
Now admittedly this is a very 1st world problem and, you might say, not worthy of a blog article. I would suggest though that the small miracles are just part of our big miracle of life. Noticing them and thanking your god, your soul, the angels or your dog for leading you there in turn encourages to more and more to unfold.
p.s. After our trip to Cheddar we went to Wells and had the whole world just hanging and spinning in front of us in the Cathedral