Archive | March 2012

Hands of an Angel


I believe that when life is most fragile, angels come to assist us. This is the story of one angel that I encountered.

When my daughter was just a week old I took her to her first pediatrician visit. The doctor was concerned because her umbilical cord had fallen off prematurely, likely from the friction of the diaper, and it was not healing properly. She was concerned about the possibility of meningitis. With an even, calm, but urgent tone she instructed me to go directly to the hospital and have her tested. In my heart I could feel the dread mounting and I did exactly what she said. After an excruciatingly long time in the ER, she was finally examined by the doctor.

Again, with that calm, even tone that only a doctor seems to be able to muster up, I was told there was reason for concern. They wanted to do a spinal tap on my tiny, precious little bundle. I braced myself through my tears. But the doctor told me they would not let me be in the room during the procedure because they don’t want the baby to associate the pain of the procedure with a parent. Oh yeah, like that was going to make me feel better. My heart ached to be the one to comfort her, but I had to follow the procedures of the hospital. I could stand at the door and watch through the window but I could not be there.

Then the doctor made a call. She wanted the assistance of a particular technician. When he arrived, I suddenly understood. The technician’s name escapes me, but his hands I will always remember. They were the hands of an angel. The technician was a tall, strong, black man who appeared to have the spirit of a “gentle giant.” He wrapped his one hand around Maria’s head and the other around her bottom and slowly, gently curled her into a comforting fetal position. His steady, firm touch visibly soothed my daughter and he held her still as night during the procedure. To my surprise, she did not utter a cry. She simply lay, safely curled in the hands of this man with a special touch.

In that moment, I knew he was a living angel come to help my daughter, and me, make it through that painful, delicate moment. And in an instant he was gone. I didn’t get a chance to say thank you, but I always send a grateful prayer up on his behalf when I think of that moment. When I saw this picture … I remembered the hands of that angel.

Remember your angels and be blessed!

Purpose of Life


I was in a conversation today at work with an outside speaker who came to our women’s network event. She was there to speak about achieving peak performance and she had a lot of wonderful information to share. In that conversation we talked about people judging themselves and “beating themselves up.” There’s no upside to that behavior and we all recognize it. That conversation then led to declaring what we think life is about.

Here’s my take –  I believe there are 4 purposes to life:

1) Learn – We have endless opportunities to learn throughout our lives. Whether it is formal training and education or learning how to use our personal power to improve the world. This earthly experience is uniquely designed for us to learn.

2) Teach – When we learn and then turn and teach we pass on the gifts that we have received. That is a wonderful thing. But an even bigger benefit is that we help empower others to do the same. It’s a chain reaction that has the power to change the world.

3) Create – Being created in the image of God includes his power to create as well. As humans, this is what really separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom. We create possibilities with our minds, we create reality with our hands, we create life with our bodies, and we create connections with our words.

4) Love – Giving and receiving true and unconditional love puts us in touch with our divine spirit. It is the ultimate purpose in life. It is our supreme achievement.

What do you think is the purpose of life? Be blessed!

Big Plans!


“Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir the blood.

Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid.”

I received this quote from a friend of mine before she left my department (thanks Maureen – I still treasure it). It had hung in her cubicle and every time I saw it, it gave me pause. It is a great reminder that we are not created to be small – we are created to be big, powerful, and full of possibilities. Since then I keep seeing versions of it – reminding me of how important it is to remain aware. And … haunting, or is that taunting, me a bit.

It gives me pause because I’m not sure my plans are big enough. My dreams are … but not my plans. It’s so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day routines of work, kids, pets, yard, cleaning, family, friends, obligations, and celebrations. And after all that activity I find myself drifting off to at the end of the day feeling like I’m no further down the road than I was the day before.

So I’m taking some time off work to use up a bit of vacation next week. No plans to travel. No big events. Just me (and fluffy puppy). I think I’ll use this time off to work on my plans. Surely I can do some big brainstorming. I’ll be planning, plotting, scheming … but if that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll be doing my taxes. Wish me luck!

What are your big plans? Perhaps they will rub off on me and I will get inspired!

Be blessed!

Inspired Action


I have noticed that my years seem to flow in themes. I started to see this about 3-4 years ago. Since gaining awareness, I also know that these are not themes which I pick, but rather what appears to be the “lesson of the year.” Sometimes the theme reveals itself quite quickly, and other times I see it only in retrospect. They are also wildly variant – from a year of learning (both formal and informal), to spiritual listening, to accepting my personal value, to surrender, etc. This year is shaping up to be the year of inspired action.

Just saying those words, inspired action, makes me both excited and a little nervous. I’m not going to lie, it takes courage to take action when it’s purpose driven. It means I can’t “go with the flow of my emotions” like I desire. It means having a bit of a plan, taking risks, showing my intentions to people. But, in spite of my desire to hesitate, I know that this is the course I’m on.

So what does inspired action look like? Here’s a few examples I’ve come across already:

> Speaking out in support of what’s right in the workplace as it pertains to the gay community at work. Nope, it’s not about religion, but about what’s right from an employee relations and human relations point of view.

> Sharing my spiritual experience and gifting my book to some very influential people in my life.

> Deliberately planting positive messages in the workplace as a way of leaving a legacy.

> Delving into the dark crevices of my heart and soul, really looking at some of the pain points in order to move to forgiveness and emotional healing.

> Purging my home of things I’ve held dear for so long because they no longer serve me.

These are just a few, and they aren’t all easy. But I know that in the end I will gain personal power from the process. This year of inspired action will set me up for what comes next year.

Do you recognize the themes in your life? Awaken your awareness and be blessed!

Gigglefest!!


It is a well documented fact that a good, hearty laugh is good for your health. Between the endorphins and the internal organ exercise from the belly laugh, it’s all a very good thing. And tonight that’s exactly what I had. I was sitting in my room with my daughter just watching TV and playing some games. When I looked up I saw my dog standing in the corner with her nose on the wall. I could not help having a good, hard, laugh out loud gigglefest. I couldn’t stop laughing, even to the point when I couldn’t breathe and yes, there was a brief snort in there. Apparently little Gracie had put herself in a time out. What a cute little dog and what much-needed laugh!

Here’s a laugh you won’t be able to resist – I double dog dare you not to join in. Giggle and be blessed!

It could happen …


When I was a little girl I remember watching a TV show and getting caught up in the plot. I don’t remember the exact show but I remember the conversation with my Mom about the possibility that there was truth in it. I’m still teased a little by my family for the words I used to say – “It could happen.” My parents would smile and shake their heads at my fanciful imagination and naive faith that all things were possible. The funny thing is, even though they tried to convince me of the shear fiction of the story, in my heart I still believed in the possibilities.

I think it’s just part of my nature. I am a true optimist when it comes to looking at people and life. I’m not really naive though. As a child when I uttered those words I wasn’t blind to that fact that life can be cruel, people can have evil in their hearts, and tragedies strike. I had actually experienced many things that proved those facts to be true in my life leading up to my time in the orphanage. But in spite of it all, I believed then, and still believe today that:

Most people can be trusted.

Love is real.

Forgiveness is a choice.

What goes around, comes around.

Time heals all wounds.

People change, especially when they believe in God.

Our attitude can make all the difference.

Words create reality.

Children are worth saving.

Life can get better.

Each day is a new opportunity, and …

Miracles still happen.

No matter what people tell you. I encourage you to look around in your life. Find the good that is in front of you. Count  your blessings and with all your might, believe that “it could happen.” Believe and be blessed!