A few years ago I worked part time for a produce supplier. Every year there was a swanky dinner dance and business event at the Royal Sonesta in Boston. I’ve always loved big events like that, getting all dressed up in a cocktail dress, eating everything in sight (they always have the best dessert table) and my favorite, the chance to take home the beautifully adorned centerpiece.
At any event I have ever been to, from proms to weddings to business events, I somehow weasel my way into getting the centerpiece (must be that Gemini charm I have), and so I did. When the night ended I brought the roses to my room. Those flowers brought me so much joy to look at, they were so alive, deep with red and brought a sense of peace and calm. There was really something quite special about them—I mean they were just ordinary roses, right?
The next morning, after checking out of my hotel room, dress and bags in hand (I probably had too many bags for one overnight stay…but hey who’s counting?) I noticed that I would most likely need to take two trips if I was going to safely bring the centerpiece to my car; which was entirely another matter I would need to approach shortly—just how was I going to get them in my car without spilling water all over the seats and without ruining them?
On my last trip to the car, roses in hand, I darted past the lobby to make the elevator. I’m sure I looked completely ridiculous (in a Peg Bundy sort of way) trotting through the lobby in my high heels, trying not to fall over as I carry this massive centerpiece. Now, you know in the movies when everything suddenly becomes like a slow motion picture? All of my senses became magnified and it was as if I could only direct my attention to a family sitting in the lobby to my left.
There was a woman sitting with her two small children, who were surprisingly well behaved. As I kept walking I noticed her eyes light up and her head literally turned as I walked further. I got all the way to elevator and thought to myself, “What joy will these flowers honestly bring me?” I turned around and walked back toward her and said, “Here, these are for you—You will enjoy them much more than I will…”
She was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude and I could feel her heart fill with love, as did mine. There really was something very special about those roses.
It always seems that the weekend comes and goes too fast. And so often to we forget to reflect and recapture the moments that captivate our souls. With that said, I feel the urge to share these moments with all of you.
This past weekend, Mind Body Barre™ had the honor of being part of the Annual Flames of Hope Water Fire Event. It can be difficult to describe a moment that has touched you so deeply that you will forever be enchanted by.
Saturday was the most beautiful day outside and it seemed that some divine source had graciously shined the sun’s warmth down upon us. If you follow “The Secret” or know anything about the flow of energy, you will understand when I tell you how the day played out. From the time I parked my car with my mother to the end of the night, everything seemed to flow energetically and I could feel each of us raising the energetic vibration.
As we were gathering together the things out of our car that we needed to bring over to our table (a half mile walk, don’t ask me why we didn’t use the “loading dock” :) ) a woman, who introduced herself as Julie, asked us if we needed any help carrying items to our table. Wishing we had more hands, we graciously accepted her help! As we walked over to our table we learned she would be running in the 5k event the next day, a race that would help to raise money for the Gloria Gemma Breast Cancer Resource Foundation-where the funds are used right in the local community.
Walking toward our tent, the Flames of Hope Village was a sea of pink. Our table was located in the Healing Garden which was the most beautifully manicured Zen Garden with Koi Fish, herbs and stones. We were in the tent with many other healers, reiki therapists, and light workers. There was even a group with signs that said, “FREE HUGS”. I think I felt every possible emotion on Saturday, love, hope, sadness, anger, anxiety, gratitude and the list just goes on.
Each time I would speak with someone, on a soul level, I felt like I had reconnected with ancestors through consciousness. Seeing Gary Calvino, the Director of Development, for the Gloria Gemma Foundation, run around in his pink jumpsuit, pink crocodile shoes, and spray painted pink hair would make anyone look twice; but there was something very magical about his interactions with people- like Santa with children on Christmas. Gary’s energy is so special, yet unexplainable, and there is no denying it when you are in his presence.
Hearing stories from survivors, seeing the hurt, love, hope, strength and determination on their faces is remarkable. The Illuminations of Life Ceremony was beautiful, words cannot describe.
For so many of you, in some way you have been affected by this disease. I wanted to let each of you know that you have all directly or indirectly touched my heart. There are so, so, SO many stories from Saturday that I could go on and on about, but I wanted to make each of you aware that you are beautiful, your intentions do shape your future and others, and just as Julie’s helping hand, your small acts of kindness are not small at all; they go much further than you could even possibly imagine.
To my mother, Wanda who has made the healing part of our studio possible. Mia (who many of you met at our event this past weekend) who is a wealth of compassion, love and wisdom. Kelsey (the girl who gets things DONE!) for our beautiful Pink Logo T-shirts and your volunteer time. Tony Dettorre- the "go-to" promotional logo and flyer extraordinaire! Gary Calvino and Maria Gemma who continue to inspire and uplift our community. And a special thanks to The Universe for your divine timing and loving support.
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