MIRACLES OF THE SPIRIT

I recall my daughter, who was of the age of six (she’s seven now), and myself were in a store. As we were leaving, my daughter turned to me and said in a rather loud voice, “Mummy, look at that fat woman.” I looked. My daughter’s observations were in deed true. Before me stood one of the largest women I have ever had the opportunity of laying eyes on. It was not her size that took my breath away, it was her remarkable presence. It was as though I had been delivered into the hands of royalty. She stood there, tall, sure of who she was. Powerful. Adorned in a majestic, royal blue colored skirt. The sequins shimmered when the brightness of the overhead florescent lights shone upon them. The satiny fabric shimmied with her movements. The crushed velvet inlays gave a depth to her eyes. Deep, dark, pools containing her life’s secrets. This has been one of the most humbling experiences that I have ever had.

It has been said that Saint Francis was capable of seeing beauty where others could not. Was he looking through the eyes of someone who had achieved an evolutionary emotional intelligent state of being?

Look closer…

Are you the lightbulb or the light?

Michelle Munnich

Spiritual Entrepreneur