Do you realize miracles are going on all around you but you don’t see them? Why is that? Do you want to dance among miracles? Or to embrace the possibilities?
Yesterday was one of those days when no one seemed to be looking for miracles. Not looking, whoa, these folks were downright ignoring them! An instant healing took place in the middle of the room but no one noticed. Yep, right there. Standing in the middle of that room, a frozen shoulder injury of 30 years became unstuck.
The day started out strangely. Ever have a day when a little voice in your head warns you things are off, but you ignore it and go anyway? I'd been invited to participate in a wellness day at a place called, ironically, "Miracles Now". So it wasn't the name that made everyone clueless. 
I was invisible. I must have been. No one saw me. I asked several people if they wanted to experience the method I used to achieve wellness and they didn't reply. In fact, no one even paid me a glance.
Ever stand in the middle of a crowded room and go unnoticed? It's eerie. I hadn't been ignored like that since I transferred to a new school midterm in third grade and Mom made me wear white nurse's shoes. She said they were good for my feet.
Hoping the scene would shift if I stepped out of it for awhile, I walked my healthy feet over to a wonderful store nearby called Serenity Now. How appropriate. By now I needed some serenity. There I calmed myself and chatted with a fellow who was on his way to the Miracles Now event. So when I returned there I located him and asked my standard, "Would YOU like to experience the work I do?"
Standing beside him, I felt his neck and the taut, unyielding muscles of his shoulders. "I see a big, long ladder" I said. "What do you do for a living?" to which he replied that he'd been an electrician and often worked on ladders. "I bet you fell off a few, too" I quipped, referring to the injury patterns I'd sensed.
Remember, everything is formed from information. Information forms patterns and those patterns are "remembered" by your cells. Simply put, when the cells of a shoulder have a pattern of wellness they move fluently together. Muscles, tendons, ligaments all work seamlessly in unison as they were designed to do. Trauma can disable the cell's ability to access that pattern of information. Function and motion become limited, even stuck. 
All I do is reopen a channel for information. My definition of a miracle is any action outside your belief system, so I suppose healing a frozen shoulder with nothing more than focused intent would look like a miracle to most people.
As I lifted this man's wrist to his side and bent his elbow as far back as its limited range would go, I asked myself a simple question: if this wasn't a frozen shoulder, what useful thing would it be?
I saw a chicken wing. A fleshy, yucky plucked chicken wing. How ridiculous!
But at that very moment the man yanked his shoulder from me and putting the backside of his wrist to his ribcage, began flopping his elbow back and forth - why, just like a chicken trying to fly! "What WAS that?!" he gasped "What was that I just felt?! My shoulder moves again!"
I explained that what he felt was a quantum wave, the strange sensation you feel when your cells take on new patterns of information. "So you no longer have a frozen shoulder" I told him, "but it might be a chicken wing - I'd stay away from Colonel Sanders." Of course to him it was a useful, healthy shoulder again. Ya gotta love it!
Have you missed your chance at a miracle? Or your chance to fly? I bet you have. I know I've missed plenty of possibilities, especially the subtle ones. And I often wonder how many opportunities I missed by not saying hello to someone new.
Today is Sunday. That's a good day to begin changing behavior. I'm going to say "Hello" to someone I don't already know. And I'll mean it. I'm gonna take a moment to dance to the music that floats past my ears, even if it's not my kinda tune. I'm gonna imagine pigs flying and shoulders melting. I'm gonna look at the common things I see everyday but this time I'll look at them in a brand new way.
Perhaps that's how we can really dance among miracles, now.
