This is a privilege for Lords, Counts, Dignitaries and Royalty we're told ... the ones who are born into wealth and fame. Oh, but how little is the truth told of such matters.
So later in the day, just as a "limiting" mind would reason terrible thoughts about why the company boss would possibly want to talk to one of his workers by signaling to step outside for a moment, I automatically "stepped" into my abundance thinking/feeling mode.
"Isn't this a beautiful bed of roses?" he asked me looking at the white rose garden just outside his restaurant doors. This seemed odd at first, yet he immediately brought forth the reason for his special invite.
An almost "shy" yet spectacular red rose among all the smaller white ones was what he pointed to with utmost curiosity. This query clearly was about whether the red rose grew out of the white rose bush or whether it had it's own distinct rooted stem.
Now I was excited about solving his inquisition and quickly found the former to be the case: alas, the red rose grew on a green stem out of the white rose bush!
It was nothing less than "a miracle" and gratefully for me, a symbol of who I AM, after all.
A 'perfect' representation of the entrepreneurial spirit. The warrior that prevails amidst all adversity, all ridicule and satire.
And especially on this day, April Fools they call it, the great news that this morning brings to me of great triumph in my partner's business finally at our doorstep, was a moment in time like no other.
We are like the few that break all the laws of reason ....
all the tales of "told you so it wouldn't work"...
finally a bright spark of hope and confirmed voice on the phone handing our dream over to us ...
what a miracle this is ... a ridiculous moment in time when everything changed 'just like that!'
