TODAY’S WRITING TIP: SOME MYSTIC FORCES ARE AT PLAY WHEN YOUR SENSES ARE IN FULL GEAR. WRITING IS A KIND OF MEDITATION, ALLOWING YOU TO PENETRATE YOUR INNERMOST THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS.
I wrote this originally, just a few minutes ago, as a comment to JannaTWrites’ post on Signs, but I thought I might as well share it with you. Part of my pledge when this miracle happened to me was to spread the miracles of flowers, the assurance of faith, although, of course, all I can share is it did happen to me and I cannot vouch for it, not even for myself that I hardly ask for a repeat of this in my life no matter how desperate I am.
A magazine once offered me the moon and the stars but in my job then as lifestyle editor of a newspaper, I was in heaven.
I was mostly and still is a non-practicing Catholic, though I now try to pray the rosary daily as my meditation, but out of desperation, I prayed the first and so far the last novena of my life, to St. Therese, the patron saint of flowers. I asked for white flowers should I accept the job or yellow flowers should I decline the offer. Finally I got a call from the magazine, urging me to make a decision. I was driving when I received the call. As I hung up, I prayed and asked for intervention. Right there and then, on the busy street under a city train platform in the middle of the city in old Manila, a yellow flower fell on my windshield. I opened the window and tried to collect it but the wind carried it away.
I didn’t think I should make a decision based on such a “coincidence,” so I wrote a letter to my boss and very gently asked if all of my staff could have a raise or a promotion, whichever it was they deserved. I wrote though that I had every power to make a living hell out of their day to day but no power whatsoever to improve their lives. A “no” would have made me jump to the moon and the stars, but my boss said “Yes” without reservations.
That is the more practical sign, right? But I wasn’t happy enough. I thought I asked for everybody else but what about me? So I took my boss to dinner and told her the complete story and candidly confessed that I thought it would be stupid of me not to jump at this opportunity.
She said she was going to discuss this with the higher-ups. The next day, before driving to work where news awaited me, I dropped by a church, my first visit in many years, maybe a decade. My intention was to say thanks no matter what awaited me in the office. As I walked up the steps into the church, there was a wedding about to happen, and the entire female entourage, probably on standby for the arrival of the bride, had bouquets of yellow flowers in their hands. I knelt before the altar and prayed, “Dear God, I’m sorry I don’t know how to heed your messages. I am not a well-practiced Christian.”
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Later, at the office, my boss had a note for me. She said she would be the last one to stop me, but as a last appeal, she wanted me to remember how happy I was or how happy I could be where I was. Higher management couldn’t match the offer I was being given, but offered to give me half of it that year and the other half the following year. I thought I should factor in the price and the cost of happiness, though it is priceless.
Needless to say, the moonlit, starlit night soon turned to day and I decided to bask in the sunshine.