With our July theme of ‘Making Miracles’ and as the longest serving Damsels in Success member AND the Director of the Damsels in Success – Burton on Trent group, I have been inspired to write a ‘love letter’ to the every day phenomenon of ‘Making Miracles’…

Dear Friend

It is so gorgeous to reach out to you again, so I can exonerate and celebrate you for the marvellous, mysterious and diaphanous wonder that you incontrovertibly are…

You know how I am in the fabulous habit of writing ‘Love Letters’ to the special people, happenings and phenomena in my life and now, it is, miraculously (of course), your turn…

What is a miracle to me…???  I know there will be dictionary definitions and opinions out there in the wayward wide world, yet for me, this is who and what you are…

Miracles are every day and ordinary expectations turned seamlessly into happenings that are seemingly impossible and improbable. They are the opposite to negative cynicism, to pessimism and, I have to say, to loneliness and solid darkness…

Think of miracles and think of light, of trust, of massive possibilities, of a huge expansion of rampant and beautiful belief in what the Universe has to offer to us.  And to accept, that when we give back too, in marvellous and myriad ways, we are and can be miracles too…  Just think about that for a gorgeous, miraculous second…

And from the reverie of miracles let me take you by the hand and float you back in time through my own miraculous life…

My mother and father had their first son early in their marriage and then, 2 years later, their second son was still born… Tears and rows and doctors and operations followed.  Yet after so many years and tears, no more babies came and then they hardened their hearts and decided that one loved child was enough.

Often alone in their anger and frustration, in their part of their own 9 to 5 world, my parents were also part of something bigger too, when they occasionally plugged back into it – they were part of a world wide movement of people who believed that the word of God and being part of a global  community would make a difference to the world.  And so it did… and that story is another story I will tell one day, yet for now, let’s come back to a single, personal miracle, which was (and is) me

A wise friend from that community was guided to tell Mum and Dad to try for a baby again.  In their heads it was completely unlikely to happen, yet in their hearts they knew it was right and so I was conceived at the very first attempt, without medical intervention, 7 years after my still born brother; and this despite doctor’s advise, despite their age… despite, despite, despite…

To my parents and grand parents I was a cherished and wished for ‘made’ miracle. And so, as a miracle, I simply have to accept the possibility of them as my life and in my life, what else could I do..?

Time moved on from born baby to my childhood, and at times the family stayed in touch with our miraculous friends and at many other times, we stayed alone in our 9 to 5 confines – confines with their next breaths, and with their on-going laughter and woes.

When I spent time with that global community, I would regularly witness people who stood still and listened daily to the word of God, (or their higher self or what ever you would label it), and as a result, synergies would form, partnerships be made, money would appear for trips or cars or dreams at just the perfect time and in unexpected ways; people would find the love of their life 1000s of miles away and go too, on amazing physical and emotional adventures… All in this lives in the lineage of my miraculous memories of then…

So you see, to me, miracles are a marvellous matter of routine… I have faith in them and (both) that they know best when to manifest, and that I can help miracles happen too – that is, when I believe and accept and practice the practical magic of accepting that the world is un-bordered and unbounded, and contains more possibilities than my hard head could ever hold…

And so miracles will come…

Later again, on the time line of my life, as a young working adult with a mortgage and a motor, and at the end of one long, spent all the money month… I had no cash and a car that needed hundreds of pounds of work doing to it.  I had nothing left on my credit card and no savings to pull on.  Yet I booked my car into the garage any way… It was a complete and utter act of faith… Then, the day after that act, a cheque arrived in the post from my building society – they had merged or acquired or something.., I can’t remember THAT detail, but I CAN remember having just the right amount of money to pay for my car repairs and how receiving that miracle felt…

Later in life I travelled a path to a higher level of consciousness and it wasn’t something I could ever do alone.  Just as my parents had their community back then, I have now found my own, in the Damsels in Success and Broadband Consciousness communities.  And no, they are not crazy cults, with high hippies living in a field some where, hugging trees; they are actually ordinary people, believing in and living the extraordinary and miraculous, all on their own terms.

If you call my car miracle crazy or coincidental, I don’t care; that has been one of just many miracles in a marvellously miraculous life.  This is not a life where ‘winning the lottery’ might be the ultimate measured miracle that so many would concede to (most people you ask, have dreamt about how they will spend their lottery ‘winnings’).  No – instead it is a life that accepts the miraculous and where the miraculous constantly and consistently happens.  And what I actually believe in is belief, coupled with positive thought and practised inspirational action; and when that comes with support from my conscious minded peers, I know, with heart felt conviction, that it is acceptably, ordinarily, unexpectedly, extraordinarily miraculous!

So, finally, to Miracles – my glowing and gorgeous ally, I acknowledge you, I thank you and most of all, I ACCEPT you.

And that is a life of making miracles…

From your own marvellous miracle,

     Sandie

Sandra Peachey – Acceptor and Expector

As well as being the Burton Director, I am also a Coach and Author of the book ‘Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life’, as well as being one of the co-authors of Damsels in Success’ book – ‘The F-Factor’, both of which are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle.

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