Do You Believe in Miracles?

The Wheel continues to turn from Dark to Light and back to Dark again...and the days begin to grow short. The gentle breezes of the summer months will soon be changing into the cold, winter's gales. The daylight is weak now, and the darkness is getting stronger as the days pass by. We are entering a time of introspection, of solitude. It is a time to remember those we have lost and to contemplate our direction for the coming year. And as I continue to emotionally recuperatefrom Samhain, I have been thinking back over my life and those I am missing...and those who never leave my side...for I know that there is always someone with me.

Years ago, many, many years ago, I suffered from sleep apnea. It was such a scary feeling...waking in the middle of the night and not being able to catch my breath. My first reaction would be to sit bolt upright in my bed...and eventually my breath would return...until that one night. I remember it like it happened yesterday. I woke with my usual attack...only this time it didn't seem so usual. It was far worse...and I was sure that the end was near. My boys. My youngest was fast asleep in his crib and the oldest was barely five. My boys needed me. But, I couldn't get my breath back for anything...and as my lips began to tingle, I my eyes were drawn to the hallway, and there, standing in my doorway was a woman. I couldn't see her face, but I just knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was all dressed in a white gown...and my eyes were riveted on her. And as I looked at her, my breath gradually began coming back...and as it did...she began to fade away. She was gone when I began breathing normally.

To this day, I am unsure of what happened that night and who she was. Was She an angel? Was She the goddess? Was She an ancestor? This I will probably never know...but I've never forgotten her in all these years...and how she saved my life. And...I never had another attack.