The Miracle Log

The Miracle Log: Everything We Need Is Inside (Plus a Poop Meditation)

The Miracle Log: Everything We Need Is Inside (Plus a Poop Meditation)

This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life.

As I sit on the patio writing this, I’m seven stories up watching the changing blues of the sea in front of me and listening to the chirping of birds stretching their wings and calling the day to life. I’m on vacation with my family in Mexico, and life is feeling pretty damn good.

It’s a day-long drive from my small mountain town in Colorado and every bit worth the trip. The eleven hours in the car went easily and relatively quickly, and even though we were all in good spirits and excited to be here, our entry into vacation mode was a bit rocky.

The Miracle Log: A Precious Human Life

The Miracle Log: A Precious Human Life

This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life.

Today’s story is near and dear to my heart because it involves my favorite person in the world - my daughter Chloe. And while it isn’t a story of a reading validation or a loved one’s miraculous messages from beyond the grave, it is about how interconnected we all are even when we don’t realize it. And to me those are the best stories of all.

The first time I heard the song “Precious Human Life” I was in Austin, Texas in 2015 at a fundraiser for the Amala Foundation. The doula I had used for Chloe’s birth was intimately involved with the nonprofit and had invited Brian and I to share her table.

The Miracle Log: A Father's Guidance from the Other Side

The Miracle Log: A Father's Guidance from the Other Side

This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life. The client name in this post has been changed to protect her privacy.

When I first met Maya, she was still very raw about her father’s recent passing. It had only been a few months since his transition, and she was eager to feel him near.