Lots of blood and four stitches later . . .

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Thank you for taking precious moments of your day to read this. If you have not done so already, I encourage you to read the “About” page to get some context on my background and this blog, and of course you should absolutely follow and “like” this blog because it will for sure change your life for the better (maybe). And now about the blood . . .

Yes, it is a cliché, but in my life I have found it to be quite true: When one door closes, another opens, perhaps with something even grander than ever before. As we each walk our path, hopefully working on ourselves each and every day to become the best versions of ourselves, there come moments of key decision-making. Mine came two weeks ago when a heavy wood cabinet door came down on me and split my head open causing me to get four lovely stitches on my forehead. My scar will not be exactly like Harry Potter, but it will leave its mark . . . and you know what? I’m thankful for it. Let me tell you why.

I am one of those people who believe that God, or the Universe, has a great plan and that although we have power of choice to do or not do, I don’t believe in accidents. Good or bad, I believe deeply that all things happen for a reason—even if we as human beings cannot comprehend it. So, instead of getting a crack on my head and thinking poor me, as I fell to my knees from the shock and grasped my head trying to hold the blood back, all I could think of was, “What the #@*% have I been doing to need this??” I was actually embarrassed that the Universe had been trying to communicate with me about something and I simply was not listening to the clues. I think I’ve even written before about how this works: the Universe keeps knocking, a bit louder every time, until finally—if you are simply not getting it—it bashes the door down. Well played Universe, well played. You most certainly got my attention.

While sitting in the emergency room waiting and trying not to catch some horrible sickness from the war zone of flu around me, all I could do was ask myself over and over what have I been missing. Finally, I decided to call a close friend of mine and ask her if she got any intuitive hits about why this took place. I asked her to clear her mind and be a channel for me—help me hear what I needed to hear. Much to my surprise she told me that all she could “see” in her mind when I asked her this was that I should read a particular book—not just read it, but study it. For the sake of my own personal process I will keep that book title to myself, but the second I got home from the ER I ordered the book. From the moment it arrived I immersed myself in it and guess what? I got the message loud and clear.

So why am I thankful for the scar that will be on my forehead? Because every day when I look at myself in the mirror it is going to remind me to listen to the wisdom that God and the Universe provides, to be in tune with my purpose, and to do my best to fulfill my life’s curriculum. (I’m just thankful it was only a crack of the head and not something more serious!) And so, all of this has led me to have to close some doors and really get down to business to focus on some other aspects of my professional work that will require every extra minute that I am not giving to my husband and flock of children. One of these changes is to launch a new non-profit organization called “Channel 4 Change”—check it out on Facebook and hopefully the website will follow soon. This blog, of course, is a new focus. And several unfinished projects (the gift of the Gemini Moon) that sit on my desk will now be dusted off and prepared for public consumption. It’s exciting!! Assuming of course that the baby sleeps through the night, everyone in the house stays healthy, and I’m able to figure out a way how to block my time to really get anything done. But hey! I wrote this so I’m already on the right track!

Looking forward to sharing more and always welcome your comments and feedback. Remember: Be a lighthouse! (if you don’t get that then you didn’t read the “About” page . . . tisk, tisk, tisk).

Love and blessings,
Mia

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