Have you ever had a day so full of miracles that any one the events -- let alone a series of them -- would be tagged "not believable" or "too coincidental" by NY editors if you tried to sell them in a story?
For me, Wednesday was such a day.
I thoroughly enjoyed the discussion on voice, by the way, but was too busy being awed by the incredible power that can be unleashed when our higher selves are in right alignment with the universe to join in.
I wanted to share some of the events of Wednesday with you, but struggled with how to do this in the few short words of a blog without sounding like I had escaped from the accommodations with steel-barred windows on Center Street or was some kind of a new age religious zealot. But perhaps that is my "voice," so I'll jump right in with the highlights. :)
The day started with fixing the furnace, but that didn't really count as a miracle because I had also done it the day before.
An unexpected phone call came mid-morning that pushed me to an aha moment and gave me the courage to take a strong emotional stand, breaking decades of my usual straddle-the-fence perspective of seeing all sides to an issue. That in itself was a huge step for me. The fact that this was a catalyst that could break a destructive cycle and change lives in a positive way became the next part of the Day of Miracles as three more related phone calls followed in quick succession.
The day wrapped up with another miracle: After being missing for almost a month, my son's dog is back. He evidently wandered around the city for a week or so before being adopted as a "group dog" by several young people in their early twenties. In spite of starting out with a collar with tags bearing my phone number and having a microchip, it was these kids and the Internet (and of course that higher power of the universe) that reconnected us, not the traditional methods of finding a lost pet.
Right now, my son's dog is laying by my feet, along with several others of my doggie pack, a tangible reminder of the Day of Miracles. What will the next days bring? A return to the mundane or more miracles? I'm consciously expecting more miracles and wondering how I can make them "believable" enough to use in a story. What about you? Have you had a Day of Miracles and have you used them in any of your stories? If you could manifest such a day, what would those miracles be?
OK, it's past midnight and I'm going to call it a day -- after I check my lottery tickets!