Mystical poetry and modern-day psalms by Krista M. Moore, Sunburst painting by Mary S. Moore
Daily Miracle Message
Sometimes it is difficult to hear what Spirit says. Listening for something can cause nothing to become much louder! It can feel almost impossible to connect to that ineffable Presence. Travelling in many circles of play and work, we dream, we write, we become still at night. And we wake again to the same plight: What is it all for? Is anyone listening? What does my life mean?
The doorway is open if we let ourselves seek it. Jesus said, “Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door will be opened to you.” (Mathew 7:7-8). We must enter. It is not an easy path, it is through “the narrow gate” (Mathew 7:13): to close the door to one world and open the door to another. But it must happen.
Like sleep at night, we must engage in the practice of putting to rest all other things. We must fold down the sheets and lay our heads down. We must turn out the light, so the true light of our own inner being is illuminated. As our busy mind rests, our spirit is able to connect to God, to reunite with its Creator.
We can not expect this to happen instantly. It is a process of repetition, like the moon’s ascent each night. It does not decide when or what it will be; it simply returns, gloriously. And like the symbol of the moon, it can be a very emotional process. That time of rest is also sorting of many things we have carried during our days, weeks, months, years, or even lifetimes.
But once in a blue moon, if we persist, if we continually let go and return with open hearts and minds, we are able to dream beautiful dreams, to rise past fitful sleep, to that other place we call freedom or heaven on earth. To connect with our true selves and Spirit in new and beautiful ways, with the sun shining on our face.
Daily Miracle Prayer
Dear God, help me to open my heart and mind to You. Help me to hear Your Voice, and ascend to where you always abide. Let me move past all the cares and worries of this world. Let me rest my head and return to You so that I can know heaven on earth. Amen.
Daily Miracle Blessing
Rise up, daughter! Rise up, son! Turn your face to me and feel my eternal Light. Take your place among the stars at night and see the Light of who you are. Return to me and bask in my golden glow, forever held and free.
After my whirlwind trip to Peru, including bus trips, planes, trains, deserts, oceans and many-layered beds, I was anxious to return to my place of rest, my sanctuary called home.
When you travel, coming home is the best part, and the hardest.
When you leave home, you are excited by what you are going to see and do. For me, I was excited to visit Cusco, Peru and meet Carmen Munoz of Centro Nanay, a centre which helps young girls who have graduated from local orphanages to re-assimilate into life.
I was also anxious to visit the far-flung villages in the mountains, and bring good cheer and broken Spanish, with lots of hugs to the children, and pet lamas and alpacas by lakeside market stands.
Before I went, I longed for adventure, transformation, inner purification and love. We experienced much of that: the bright lights of the Cusco nightlife, foreign and familiar foods, too many visits to the cash machine under local guard, and just faint touches of churches and monasteries; warm beds in a cold winter room staying with a local family…
Divine lights in the moon temple during meditation and angelic sounds; remnants of a lost civilization with entrances and exits neatly marked for a burgeoning crowd. There was nowhere that I truly “belonged”, for I was in someone else’s territory. Nothing in my blood carried the signal of fellow free man or slave, those who carried the weight of the world in Inca days.
There was no time to truly immerse, as we were on a mission to see all the sites, while also finishing our Yoga Teacher training program.
After all, I was a Canadian white girl, let’s face it. I knew very little Spanish, and I had a good if not naive heart. I engaged, I planted seeds, I travelled and then I longed for return – for there truly is no place like home.
Coming home was about the heart beckoning back why I left in the first place. Did I get what I was looking for? Did I return with answers, with a true heart, a mission to continue what I started, and to remember what I just faintly became aware of?
And more. I remembered my self – my true self, not the one I hoped for. Not the one that climbs rocks and trees and tries to prove herself, and wants different for different’s sake. But the one who appreciates what she has, and who she is, and who loves just the same.