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Little Miracles

Bobbi L. Moore is a long-time resident of Sedona who is a certified NLP instructor and master practitioner, has an extensive background in family counseling, and uses massage therapy in conjunction with other modalities for helping individuals attain harmony and balance in their lives. “Little Miracles” was originally published in the Sedona Red Rock News. Re-published on www.SedonaInformation.com with the express permission of the author, Bobbi L. Moore.

There was once a little girl named Jasmine who only knew the words “Mama” and “Papa” until one special day.

On this day Jasmine was taken to a toy store by her grandmother to choose anything she wanted. As her grandmother walked through the store Jasmine showed no particular interest in any of the toys.

As they walked around the corner of one of the aisles Jasmine’s eyes lit up. She let go of her grandmother’s hand and reached out for a small, soft, long-eared, cuddly toy dog. It had tiny black eyes and wonderful brown fur.

The toy dog had a collar with a name on it and Jasmine’s grandmother spoke the name out loud, “Henry”. To her grannny’s immediate surprise Jasmine repeated the name perfectly and kept her sparkling eyes focused on the cute toy dog. Once they left the store and returned home with Henry, Jasmine was inseparable from his cuddly form. Even the adults in the family enjoyed hugging and playing with him.

Their relationship grew over time. For three years Jasmine and Henry were never apart. They traveled the world together and investigated everything – playing, “talking”, sleeping, and just hanging out.

One day Jasmine discovered that she could not find Henry. She had been many places that day so Jasmine’s family looked everywhere they had been and even more places they might have missed in their memory of the day’s travels. Still, no Henry. Everyone was depressed and Jasmine was heart-broken. She would not accept any other toy animal to replace Henry and slept alone for a long time.

Two years later the family was visiting several friends in the vicinity. At the home of one of her school friends Jasmine decided to take a short walk down the street to another friend’s house and say hello. As she approached the home’s front porch she was suddenly overwhelmed with the vision of her lovely Henry sitting peacefully in a big rocking chair and staring at the distant mountains.

Jasmine couldn’t believe her eyes. She had forgotten that she had visited these friends on that sad day two years ago when Henry “went missing”. So that’s where he had been all these days!

Olana, her friend, had found Henry that same day and fell in love with him instantly. Jasmine said that perhaps Olana needed someone special to love for awhile and that was why Henry could not be found. Olana did not know who Henry belonged to or that he was even missing from someone else’s home. She kept him safe and enjoyed his company immensely.

Though Olana was sad to part with Henry, Jasmine was the happiest girl imaginable. She and Henry celebrated their reunion for days.

Jasmine is nearly an adult now and Henry still lives with her and keeps her and her family company. He is special to all who meet him and always gives something special to each person who meets him. Lots of kisses and hugs.

After hearing this story I feel that Henry truly is some sort of miracle and I’ll bet that somewhere in your life you’ve had a Henry who was a miracle, too.

Little Miracles

Bobbi L. Moore is a long-time resident of Sedona who is a certified NLP instructor and master practitioner, has an extensive background in family counseling, and uses massage therapy in conjunction with other modalities for helping individuals attain harmony and balance in their lives. “Little Miracles” was originally published in the Sedona Red Rock News. Re-published on www.SedonaInformation.com with the express permission of the author, Bobbi L. Moore.

There was once a little girl named Jasmine who only knew the words “Mama” and “Papa” until one special day.

On this day Jasmine was taken to a toy store by her grandmother to choose anything she wanted. As her grandmother walked through the store Jasmine showed no particular interest in any of the toys.

As they walked around the corner of one of the aisles Jasmine’s eyes lit up. She let go of her grandmother’s hand and reached out for a small, soft, long-eared, cuddly toy dog. It had tiny black eyes and wonderful brown fur.

The toy dog had a collar with a name on it and Jasmine’s grandmother spoke the name out loud, “Henry”. To her grannny’s immediate surprise Jasmine repeated the name perfectly and kept her sparkling eyes focused on the cute toy dog. Once they left the store and returned home with Henry, Jasmine was inseparable from his cuddly form. Even the adults in the family enjoyed hugging and playing with him.

Their relationship grew over time. For three years Jasmine and Henry were never apart. They traveled the world together and investigated everything – playing, “talking”, sleeping, and just hanging out.

One day Jasmine discovered that she could not find Henry. She had been many places that day so Jasmine’s family looked everywhere they had been and even more places they might have missed in their memory of the day’s travels. Still, no Henry. Everyone was depressed and Jasmine was heart-broken. She would not accept any other toy animal to replace Henry and slept alone for a long time.

Two years later the family was visiting several friends in the vicinity. At the home of one of her school friends Jasmine decided to take a short walk down the street to another friend’s house and say hello. As she approached the home’s front porch she was suddenly overwhelmed with the vision of her lovely Henry sitting peacefully in a big rocking chair and staring at the distant mountains.

Jasmine couldn’t believe her eyes. She had forgotten that she had visited these friends on that sad day two years ago when Henry “went missing”. So that’s where he had been all these days!

Olana, her friend, had found Henry that same day and fell in love with him instantly. Jasmine said that perhaps Olana needed someone special to love for awhile and that was why Henry could not be found. Olana did not know who Henry belonged to or that he was even missing from someone else’s home. She kept him safe and enjoyed his company immensely.

Though Olana was sad to part with Henry, Jasmine was the happiest girl imaginable. She and Henry celebrated their reunion for days.

Jasmine is nearly an adult now and Henry still lives with her and keeps her and her family company. He is special to all who meet him and always gives something special to each person who meets him. Lots of kisses and hugs.

After hearing this story I feel that Henry truly is some sort of miracle and I’ll bet that somewhere in your life you’ve had a Henry who was a miracle, too.

Bobbi L. Moore is a long-time resident of Sedona who is a certified NLP instructor and master practitioner, has an extensive background in family counseling, and uses massage therapy in conjunction with other modalities for helping individuals attain harmony and balance in their lives. “Little Miracles” was originally published in the Sedona Red Rock News. Re-published on www.SedonaInformation.com with the express permission of the author, Bobbi L. Moore.

I started to write these articles because I wanted to read and have others read something that was about the special everyday things in the world. When I heard her say that she liked the articles, it gave me a warm and lovely feeling all over that spurred a wonderful memory.

My children and I had just come back from a weekend at my sister’s home. I heard the girls screaming in their bedroom and I quickly ran in. They were pointing to my daughter’s dresser drawer where our cat Juniper had given birth to the largest litter of kittens I had ever seen.

Juniper had already delivered and cleaned almost seven kittens when we arrived. Needless to say, she was fading fast. I had the girls get me a warm cloth and I helped clean the last kitten and put her with the rest of the litter. We all petted and comforted Juniper. I left, only to be called for again. When I returned there was yet another kitten coming into this world.

If you’ve never seen a baby of any kind being born into the world, you’ve been missing a lot. As I watched that tired mother cat straining to give birth to her new kitten the miracle of it sent chills up my back, smiles into my heart, and a feeling of awe that I can’t quite describe. My daughters were speechless. They stood there with an expression of wonder in their faces, their eyes wide open and tears running down their cheeks.

I reached down and pulled gently on the next kitten with each contraction. Juniper was too tired to deliver this one, let alone clean it and move it. Slowly the kitten emerged into this new and very different world. As we cleaned it we all began to laugh at the same time. Juniper just laid there with a contented grin on her face.

All of us come into this world one way or another, some kicking, some with the help of others, some rushing forward head-first, and it’s always the same miracle, the miracle of the constant cycle of life.

Yasha, my old ballet teacher, used to say that watching the new things in life is what kept his aging body young. He loved to play with children and babies for hours. He’d get down on the ground and show them the mysteries of life around them - birth, life, death, and birth again.

There are so many types of births. The birth of a child, the birth of an idea, the seasons of Mother Earth rebirthing over and over, the birth of a planet, and the birth of that tired little kitten that filled me with miracles, mystery, and awe.

She can be reached at: moore_bobbi@yahoo.com

This week while training a group, I was asked how I came to write “Little Miracles”. The question stemmed from a statement that I had written on the board before class: “Life Is What You Emphasize It To Be”. I have no idea who originally authored that quote, however how I came to believe it was an entirely different and surprising element in my life.

About 10 years ago, when I was attending an interesting seminar (I love seminars because you can learn a lot in a short time), the presenters gave us a very unusual assignment. We were given tags, five that said descriptions like “cold, hard, unlikable, unfriendly, unreasonable”, and five that indicated the opposite such as “warm, friendly, likable, reasonable, or nice”. Our assignment was to pass out all of our tags by walking up to any person in that seminar and sticking a tag on them. We were only allowed to say, ” I am giving you this tag because you look “friendly”, “unfriendly”, etc.

So off we went, very uncomfortable with our task, and started distributing our tags. After we were finished there was one gentleman about 65 years old who had his entire body covered with negative stickers, front and back. He looked sad, but resolved.

The seminar’s conductor knew about this man’s personal history. He asked the gentleman if he would please come up to the front of the podium and speak about himself. What followed was heart-breaking yet beautiful.

John (not his real name) was originally from Hungary. He had been a Baron as a child, living happily with his family until Hitler’s armies invaded his country and moved through the countryside killing virtually everyone in their path. No prisoners were being taken.

It was too late for John and his family to escape so his parents called all the children, family, and servants together. In case the children escaped death, they were given simple maps to follow. The maps included instructions on how to live off the land and scavenge for food as well as directions of likely places they could go to for help. The maps were hidden in the childrens’ shoes and they were quickly dressed in the warmest clothes available for the hopeful, long walk ahead. All of this was done in less than a hour.

The adults, royal and servants alike, agreed to stand around the children and act as a barrier when they were shot. They hoped to protect the children with their own bodies and lives. In the event that any of the children survived they were instructed to “play dead” until they were safe and then, if possible, walk to freedom.

John was the only one to survive through the night. He began his walk to freedom by travelling only at night and hiding or sleeping with the dead during the day for protection from the troops that scoured the countryside. Six weeks later he made it to freedom. Eventually he came to America, started a family of his own, and began a new life.

Most of the seminar participants who listened to John’s story wept with bowed heads. How could so many of us have labeled this man who had suffered so deeply? As he continued to talk it became obvious that he was a happy person though very, very shy.

He had learned to keep a still, straight face on that walk which accounted for why so many of us had believed he looked “grim”. Inside of him there was great joy.

John had decided to emphasize the joy and beauty in his life. He said his parents and friends had wished this for each child should they survive. He said that to do less than to value all the wonder and beauty in the world was to let down the very people who had sacrificed their lives for him.

What he said changed a great many things in my life. It was inspiration to change the way that I looked at the world. It allowed me to see the miracles of life each and every day and to emphasize the joy within myself and in the world around me.