On Trek

By Judith Kroll

Like Rain on the tin roof, is the beat of an unborn heart. It is steady, and gentle, new life, new love.

I held my hand over my extended stomach and felt the movements, and heard the music of the heart beat, and I fell in love all over again. I never even new a child was part of me for three months. I suspected it, but didn’t have it confirmed until three months. Baby had grown silently without my knowing. That is a miracle.

We are constantly bombarded with miracles in our lives. Sometimes we perceive them and sometimes we don’t, but either way, they are there.

What are the tiny miracles that happen do us all the time? When a person sees an animal in trouble, and fixes that situation to save or help the animal, that is a miracle, for the animal. Right place at the right time and the right person shows up. Yes, we are part of the miracles, like a woman giving birth. , like the doctor and nurse helping in that birth. Like the parents raising the child to become wholesome adults in this colorful world.

When we experience a sunrise, or jump with joy when we see the first bud pop thru the earth after a hard winter. These are truly miracles.

When a another soul touches our soul even if it is with a smile, that is a miracle as well. Anytime our soul jumps we remember, we rejoice, we feel connected to the universe, that is a miracle. Yes, there are many disturbing ,hateful, unloving aspects of people on this planet. We just continue to shine our soul power and it will help others shine their soul power, and then others hopefully will catch on.
Judith

Look at a picture of a Pixie. I have seen one in real life. He was about the size of my thumb.

I was in bed. I woke up and saw a little boy wearing a baby blue shirt, and shorts. He looked like a friendly fella. He had the cutest smile. He kept looking down at me and smiling.

I raised my hand and offered for him to rest on my hand, but he didn't move. I thought he was flesh and blood, and at the time I never heard of Pixies. I looked them up on line, and found a picture.

I could feel his love and kindness, and then he decided to leave. To my surprise he went right thru the wall to the outside. So He was spirit. Some say he can do both, be flesh and blood, and spirit.

I am amazed at the abundance of love that is in the world. Yet we tend to pass it/them over, or we are told it/they are bad. We are surrounded with love. We just have to teach ourselves to be aware.

I read a mushroom acts as an antenna for a tree, trees. That is how they, the trees communicate. Life is active in so many forms.

May we continue to be blessed with the different aspects of love on this planet. Even an apple is love.
Judith