Antara Kyra Lober

'Antara' Kyra Lober, creator of Body Being & Heart Somatic Alchemy, is certified in CranioSacral Therapy, Shiatsu, Body-Mind Centering®, Reiki...

Everyday Miracles

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I am refurbishing this blog on miracles because it seems like we need them these days.  Let’s take a moment and  focus’ on ordinary miracles which may be happening in your life.

Everyday Miracles

It is always important to be aware of the seemingly little miracles in your life. You never know where one event, experience or perception will lead. And perhaps more importantly everyday miracles bring us joy. Winter has become Spring and Summer will soon follow but despite the toll and changes in your life you may have noticed that nature and the season weren’t paying the same attention.

The weather is shifting and  flowers bloom…so will you, in time if  it hasn’t happened already! The opportunity is to open to a new appreciation of all that you may have taken for granted.

Miracles Galore

A Hundred Million Miracles are happening every day! Below are the words to this song from the Broadway Musical ‘Flower Drum Song’. It was the only Summer stock show I ever danced in and it had an impact on my life.

I met my first love there while rehearsing for the show. He became a life long friend and his mother turned out to be the best friend of a beloved professor of mine, who had danced with my mother on what they call an industrial in show business. I saw this show when I was eight and remember it well. It had a flying car which dispensed ice cream sodas.

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My father was in the original version of ‘Flower Drum Song’ on Broadway. He met the love of his life as the show pre-toured before coming to New York. Yeah, my getting the job in Summer stock was pure nepotism and also I had just graduated New York’s renown High School of Performing Arts, featured in the movies ‘Fame’. So yes, I could dance. My Father and his wife Nancy were together for nearly 60 years. My mother and he were friends until she died.

You Never Know

Pictures of Malcolm
honoring My friend

My old professor left me an inheritance and my first love’s sister sent me a beautiful scarf not long after.  You never know where your story leads until you live it. Appreciate Your everyday miracles….

If  You Aren’t

If you are not enjoying your everyday miracles the De-Stress Check List will help you do just that! So get out of your head and live this moment. Always remember your body is the focal point of the now…and all the dimensions beyond.

I have felt the surge of memories these past few years reminding me of  how miraculous though at the time seemingly ordinary my life has been. Maybe you feel this way too about your life.

Below are the lyrics from A Hundred Million Miracles: lyrics…

My father says
That children keep growing
Rivers keep flowing too
My father says
He doesn’t know why
But somehow or other they do
They do
Some how or other they do

A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
Are happ’ning ev’ry day
And those who say
They don’t agree
Are those
Who do not hear or see
A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
Are happ’ning ev’ry day

Miracle of changing weather
When a dark blue curtain
Is pinned by the stars
Pinned by the stars to the sky
Ev’ry flow’are
And tree is a treat to see
The air is very clean and dry

Then a wind comes blowing
The pins all away
Night is confused and upset
The sky falls down
Like a clumsy clown
The flowers
And the trees get wet
Very wet

A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
Are happ’ning ev’ry day
And when the wind
Shall turn his face
The pins
Are put right back in place
A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
Are happ’ning ev’ry day

In ev’ry single minute
So much is going on
Along the Yangtse Kiang
Or the Tiber or the Don
A hundred million miracles

A swallow in Tasmania
Is sitting on her eggs
And suddenly
Those eggs have wings
And eyes and beaks and legs
A hundred million miracles

A little girl in Chungking
Just thirty inches tall
Decides that she
Will try to walk
And nearly doesn’t fall
A hundred million miracles

A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
Are happ’ning ev’ry day

My father says the sun
Will keep rising over
The eastern hill
My father says
He doesn’t know
Why but somehow
Or other it will
It will
Somehow or other it will

Miracle of making music
When an idle poet
Puts words on a page
Writes on a page
With his brush
A musical friend
Writes the notes to blend
Suggested
By an idle thrush

Then a young soprano
Reads what they wrote
Learns every note
Every word
Puts all they wrote
In her lovely throat
And suddenly
A song is heard
Very pretty

A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
A hundred million miracles
Are happ’ning ev’ry day

 

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