On the last day of Hanukah I received three or more miracles.
The first one was a change to my flight back home. I bought the tickets with mileage, and I was scheduled to travel from New York to Cincinnati, to Miami and then to my hometown. A couple of weeks later American Airlines changed the flight, now I was going to Norfolk, Virginia Beach, then Miami, then my hometown. Because that happened, I thought: wouldn´t it be nice if the flight was changed again, and I would only have to travel from New York to Miami, instead of the extra stop? And the day before my trip, I received an email from them that the flight had indeed changed. Instead of having to leave my home at 11am, I could now leave at 3:30pm with plenty of time to catch my flight. It was a double blessing, as the final flight was delayed from that night to 8am the next morning.
A few hours later, I received an email that the flight was available for online check-in. I needed my passport number to do it. When I opened the drawer where I always keep my passport, it was not there. I searched other drawers, I searched my handbags, and nothing. I searched throughout the apartment and the passport was nowhere to be found. There was a period of almost panic, but I kept my cool. Breathing, meditating, trusting, and asking for help in finding it. Finally, I decided to let it go, and I acknowledged that if I couldn´t find it, there must be a reason for it. I sat down to meditate and breathe, and received intuition to check the drawers and handbags again. The passport, as I already knew, was not in the drawers. I decided to fully empty all handbags. After emptying the first one, skeptically but trusting, I put my hand inside and touched all edges. I felt something inside the bag, underneath a pocket in a vertical position, making it impossible to see it – and there it was, my passport. That was the second miracle of the day. During the three hours of search, I almost cried and panicked, I relaxed, I reflected on what it meant, I lost trust and found trust, I breathed, I asked for guidance, I released, and I found it.
After completing the online check-in, I checked Amazon.com and I was pleasantly surprised to see that my new ebook “Mending a Broken Heart: Lili´s Magic Journey” had received a five-star review. The first and it was a really nice one!
Finally, two people knocked on my door to give me a box with a Menorah and candles, and asking me to light 8 candles as it was the last night of Hanukah.
As I reflect on this journey, I consider how the miracles were created:
- Having a knowing that the solutions were beyond my control. I could expect American Airlines to change my flight, but didn´t have the power to actually do it, at least not without paying a fee.
- Being able to release attachments was crucial. After posting a request for reviews on Facebook to friends who might have already read the ebook, I let go of any attachment to it actually happening. The first review it received was from someone I know through Twitter, and we are not Facebook friends, therefore she hadn´t seen my request, and posted a review anyway.
- Paying attention to old patterns was key. When I couldn´t find my passport, I briefly went through the process of self-blame, self-judgment, etc. But then, I chose to show up for myself as an adult, and realized that that kind of reaction was part of old belief systems I was ready to release.
- Embracing an inner calmness helped. Knowing that there was nothing I could do as I was traveling Christmas eve, if the passport was truly lost, helped me to somewhat keep calm.
- Asking for guidance from the universe helped. In between the several attempts to find my passport, I sat down to meditate, to connect to my feelings, and to say out loud the feelings that were coming up for me. Then, I asked for divine guidance in finding it and indeed I did.
- Trusting and being aware of the miracles made all the difference. When I got to the airport in New York, I received an email from American Airlines, that the midnight flight from Miami home had been delayed to 8am. For a moment, I got a little annoyed by it, mainly because it meant that I would have less time to spend with my family. But soon, I had this deep knowing that for me to make that flight, delayed or not, and to be on that journey home was a true miracle, so all I could do was enjoy the ride.
I love the expression: “Expect miracles”, but it is equally important to have no attachment, therefore I think I will change it to “Allow miracles” instead.
Namaste,
Elisa
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