How To Co-Create Miracles And Magic With God

2 weeks?! I didn’t mean to be away from my blog for 2 weeks. Apparently, I needed it.

It’s not often that I break from publishing my writing. Don’t get me wrong, I still write. Nearly daily. Sometimes multiple times a day.

I write for me, mostly. For you, too, my reader-friend. I write for my nephew and my cousins and my clients and my whole family and those who came before me and those who will come long after me.

I write because there’s so much within that I need to let out.

Writing is cathartic. Healing. Transformational. I seek and explore and find new and old ideas.

And in these past two weeks?

Welp, I’ve learned how to spend money on myself unapologetically. Freely. Because, like someone said in my Black writing group today, “I can’t be cheap with myself!”

And I wasn’t.

When my US federally funded job program was threatened to close much like a whole heap of other programs, I was calm. Resolute.

After only a couple of weeks, the vacillation of will we or won’t we stay open and my end date is June 13, no June 30, no June 27, no June 13 tried to give me whiplash. I was tiiired. It was tiring. Supporting kids who needed it who don’t have the capacity to deal with the unknown like I do is tiring. Never mind the medical crisis’ didn’t end simply because my job threatened to.

So I did what I knew how to do– I took a break! Since my job was “ending” on June 13, I booked a week-long vacation to Los Angeles from Friday June 27 to Friday July 4 like any dope person would.

And it was everything I needed for seeeeveral reasons, but Imma list only a few or else we’d both be here for ions and I don’t have time for that!

When the Fire Outside Matches the Fire Within

I took much needed time to think and feel in my body (that God speaking to me feeling, the spiritual nudges, you know the one, yes?) and pray and meditate on my next career steps. Here’s my journal entry minutes before landing in LA (the flight, btw, felt like it took– to quote my nephew– “fooorever!”):

This flight alone was brutal. I’m ending my cycle and my back is ablaze. I have no Tylenol. I have had my tens unit fired up, an external fire silencing, rather, quieting the internal one.

Is that the same thing happening with work?? The external work fire has been silencing my personal/ spiritual desires?! It’s the counter-pressure…

Excited. Glad. Relieved. Overjoyed. Happy.

I know beauty and rest will envelope me here like a warm hug. And love. So much love!

God, show me. Guide me. Lead me. Love me. Transform me.

And so it is. It’s already done! Magic and miracles are mine. Amen!

My Fri 6/27/25 9:12 PST, location: in flight, mins from landing at LAX journal entry

And magic and miracles were mine!:

From meeting my super duper hospitable friend and her hubs in person for the first time—we met years ago in an online community—who opened their home’s casita to me and my friend. To my prayer partner who I also met in an online community years ago taking me to dinner. To my friend and I surprising our other friend on the last night of her SOLD OUT SHOW at the Hollywood Fringe Festival. To meeting new creatives living their dreams. To meeting new creatives creating and seeking theirs.

To the 6 hour drive through winding mountains and vineyards and farms and ranches. To slow, delicious hikes in the mountains. To quiet time with God. To soul nourishing time with others. To meeting new parts of myself (because who am I really without a schedule and an agenda?!). To each whisper of wind and each slap of water that is a wave on the coastline. To applying to my California nursing license.

To the Columbia store next to the place where I needed to get my fingerprints so I could buy a pink fleece because it was so daggon cold in those mountains. To the young Black guy at the sandwich shop telling me where the Black people in that city hang out. To the lady selling fresh fruit on the side of the road near the lake in the middle of nowhere who accepted Venmo when I didn’t have cash. To the voice memos with unsuspecting folks turning friends. To getting my license plate wrong at my hotel and having to go back to correct it and the lady upgraded my room so I didn’t have 3 kids running around in the room above me. To the highway patrol officer who pulled me over and oozed with kindness and gentleness and love and wrote my ticket for 10 mph over the speed limit instead of 20 because “it’s America’s birthday and you can do what you want!” only to correct himself when I gave that “mmm” like only a Black woman can. To the donut shops. To the Filipino food and Vietnamese coffee and tacos and sun and breeze and wind and mountains and oceans and redwood trees and the smell of campfires and laughter that lingered and wafted with it.

And ultimately, to me.

Closing Prayer for the Magic Only God Can Make

God,
Thank You that we find miracles and divine, cosmic magic when we return home to ourselves and in doing so, also to You. Thank You for perfect peace, majestic beauty, and love of friends that cherishes, nourishes, and protects. And so it is. It is already done. Amen!