I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances, but they’re worth takin’
Lovin’ might be a mistake, but it’s worth makin’
Don’t let some Hellbent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin’ out, reconsider.

Julian and I danced to this song August 27,2005. As I researched this article image I came across this song in which we hold dear to our hearts. I must say above and beyond anything that I have ever experienced, it was Julian’s life period that God used to bring me to him. Having a child literally saved my life. I love you to the moon and back times infinity Julian.
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy
I dedicate this song to you and this specific blog to Leslie and Sylvia

As you get older, you think back to your younger years. Sometimes the memories are
awesome, other times heartbreaking. Last week I thought about an old friend from
Florida who probably has no idea how she impacted my life.
Everywhere I went, I kept running into this little Italian girl. Now, this was south Florida
in the early 90’s and running into people is not the norm. As a stay at home mama,
Julian and I frequently visited parks and malls—or anywhere I could entertain him with
visual and social stimuli. Far from my family, we didn’t have a lot to keep us busy. And,
oh yes, I was 24.
Back to the point. I meet Leslie. Both chatty extroverts, we became fast friends. We had
a ton in common, but most obviously were that we both stayed home with our little ones
and we were married to chefs. Did I mention she was a feeder? Read the last blog if
you’re confused. We started a moms’ group and began recruiting moms anywhere we
went. By time the group ended we had close to 20 moms and babies show up every
week.
For me this translated into having some wine with some girls while the kids played–a
small reprieve from motherhood. We became very close over the next 16 months. She
became pregnant again, and when the time came closer to delivery we started talking
about who was going to watch autumn. I offered and at first she accepted. About a
week prior to new baby’s arrival Leslie and her husband changed their minds. They
proposed the idea that I go with Leslie and he would stay with autumn.
It may sound a little different but they felt comfortable with the idea. Autumn was shy
and had never been away from her parents. Regardless, this was an honor and
privilege I was thrilled to accept.
My birth experience with Julian included an emergency C-section and I felt robbed of
giving birth the way the good Lord intended. I had multiple medical interventions that I
am convinced cause my baby’s heart rate to drop. Obviously the outcome is what
matters and he was born perfect.
Sorry about all the rabbit trails today. So……I became the official unofficial doula. If
you’re wondering, doula is Greek word for with woman, and they support mom and dad
during labor. February 10, 1998, arrived and honestly the details are a little foggy.
Leslie, when you read this please comment below. The readers would love to hear your
version.
Ok rabbit trail. I’m sorry to report that in the 24 years on the earth at that point I had
abandoned the lord. I did not really believe the bible and thought if Jesus really existed
he was just a nice carpenter. I cringe writing that. I have many reasons abandoning my
faith, but I am not at liberty to share the truth as it may hurt people. Let’s just say I made

a choice not to be like some people I knew and I was positive this was the way to do it.
Fast forward.
Sylvia’s birth was magnificent. Leslie labored beautifully, and I was beyond impressed
with her skills to handle the pain and push like a champ. She cracked some jokes, and
when I asked her if she was really hurting she about stabbed me. She was beautiful and
smiling in between. God had a plan for me, and He used Leslie and Sylvia to help me
see the truth that I so fiercely buried.
When the doctor arrived, I took a back burner to his crew coaching her from her side
and holding her right leg as she pushed to help. The doctor midway asked if I was her
midwife and I replied “no” and giggled. What he said next changed the direction of my
life at least for the next 4 years. “Well, you should be, you did really good helping her
labor.” This, however, is not what really changed my reality.
At the moment Sylvia’s little head started to crown, I saw the beauty. The beauty in
creation. The masterpiece of God’s affection displayed in birth. It was the most spiritual
moment I’ve ever felt in my life. I say felt because the Holy Spirit was present and I
could feel it.
I had c-sections with my kids so unfortunately this never happened for me but I am not
sure it would have had the same effect. Seeing Sylvia born into this world literally
changed my life and saved me from the separation from God. Thank you, Leslie, for
being obedient to the lord. I honestly could not understand why you wanted me there,
but God knew. He knew seeing Sylvia’s birth would trigger me to recognize that only a
supreme being could orchestrate this all in perfect timing. He knew it would soften my
hardened heart.
Side note: My family are prayer warriors and never stopped praying for my life to get
back on track and to find Jesus. God knew that I would remember it forever and feel the
spirit from that day forward forever. I have had ups and downs real downs since then
like I’m not 100 percent sure God is real. Because if God is real than why do people
suffer like little people, disadvantaged people, weak people, all colors, all races and
religions and all people for nothing more than someone else’s sick pleasure.
But God brought me out and showed me truth. I am so thankful for the truth. If you
wanted to ask everyone close to me what my mantra prayer is they would know. I tell
them all the time. Pray for truth. What is more precious and beautiful to me is God
delivers every time. He shows me truth and here is the most brilliant thing: If you are
stubborn and hard-hearted guess what: He will keep showing you truth until you see it.
Now you can chose to plant it in your heart or reject it. Your choice, but God will keep
showing and trying and never give up on your sorry ass. Yes I just said ass, and if
you’re judging me, guess what I don’t care. God knows my heart. I remember leaving

the hospital the night Sylvia was born, smiling ear to ear and then sobbing down I-95
and crying out, “Lord I’m so sorry for forsaking you. I can’t believe I denied you for all
these years.” My heart was broken and God showed me the truth.
How in the world can birth be spiritual? I have a friend who is a midwife; in fact, she
helped deliver my last two babies. I asked her one time about spirit and birth and she
unequivocally said spirit and birth are partners in the dance of life and creation. She
has experienced moments when only God could have downloaded info about mom and
baby at the most crucial time frame.
God can use anyone or anything to drop the scales from his beloved’s eyes. I want to
encourage you: If you have a loved one who doesn’t know God, NEVER GIVE UP
praying. God hears and will work things out in His perfect timing. If you are reading this
and you are void when it comes to spirit, I ask you to do one thing: Ask God to show
you the truth. He will.
After Sylvia was born I decided to go to school to be a midwife. It was a fantastic
journey, and I met a lot of beautiful women in the process. I am not sad to report after 3
years of college and 2 specific semesters in midwifery program, I dropped out. I was
going through a divorce and realized very quickly that all of the on-call days away from
home would not work. It could have but time away from my child was an enormous
sacrifice. In addition to the parenting concern, I knew I had to move back to Ohio, and
midwifery was not a recognized practice. Although it was neither legal nor illegal, I
would have had to practice underground and anyone who knows me knows I am a
freaking rule follower. That was not an option.
In Florida I would have malpractice insurance and worked under an obgyn; midwifery
was governed by laws and protocol. Ohio didn’t have anything like this so…….I went to
school for hair. While midwifery and hair don’t really go together, I am very logical and
creative at the same time so it worked out. Plus, I could make my own schedule and be
a fairly available mama. A win win!
So God takes us on journeys not destinations, and we have to remember this. It is how
you get there that matters. You can learn valuable life lessons from pumping gas and
over filling your tank to divorce if you only pay attention. God will use anything to show
you the truth. I was young in these years and did not know truth. Instead, I had
manipulated the truth to fit what I needed. Please don’t do this. If you’re experiencing a
hard time, please talk to someone you deem as wise. Let the people who love you
guide you. If you don’t have anyone, find someone!!
Also another thank you to Leslie for allowing me to be at Sylvia’s birth. I regret that we
lost each other along the years but I truly love you and even if we don’t talk all the time,
you’re in my heart forever.

Readers, you’re worth every early morning I write, and I love sharing my heart with
you. Stay positive and never give up. I want to thank my girls who edit this blog: May the
force be with you. Love you both so much.

Butterfly Effect

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I want to share with you a little bit about my journey, my thought process, and how I am arriving at some of my beliefs. About a year ago I asked God to show me the truth, set me free, and send me the people and the resources I needed to become the person he created me to be.
It started with Dr.Shefali Tsabary and, by the way, there is never an end to Conscious awareness and life. If you are not actively reading, journaling and transforming than I’m very sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you are not living to the fullest potential God has for you. He is at the door knocking and waiting for you to answer the call. Back to Dr.Shefali, she wrote the books Conscious Parent, The Awakened Family and Out of Control. I have read The Conscious Parent and it is revolutionary. This brilliant woman teaches with ease the beauty in parenting that I was absolutely ignorant to. I first saw her on Super Soul Sunday with Oprah. If you are at all interested in becoming the person God birthed you to be, a few things need to happen. First, seek the lord with all your heart, soul, and might. Second, Get OWN channel (Oprah, Super Soul Sunday). Third, seek out Dr.Shefali. There is a fourth but I will save this for next time. I would highly recommend Dr. Tsabary’s online course, I have been introduced to the idea that our children come to us to raise us, not the other way around, and to help us to evolve. Dr. Shefali ( I am paraphrasing here) says that when we surrender to our outer form which is really our inner child and ego we can then parent from our hearts. She says we choose our parents in order to work out our soul’s purpose. I can tell you that this concept resonates in my being like nothing else I have ever read. It goes very deep into childhood and exposes the ego and how a child behaves and why. She teaches that the moment we want to blame we must look in the mirror. It starts with ourselves. There are patterns in our lives and this is key to figuring out what triggers us since patterns repeat until they are dealt with. Experiences are co-created with our soul inspired by our precious children. Breaking through and transforming to your highest creative life potential is what the journey is truly about. I highly recommend everyone either taking her course or reading all of her books. www.drshefali.com. I am in the middle of a two level course. We are only on week two and it almost feels like a dream. Going back through my life and literally UNLEARNING all the garbage I was fed as a child my entire life.  I am excited to share what I learn and hope you too will feel my enthusiasm and comment below. Here is the bottom line. I prayed for truth, to be set free, and for God to bring me all the people and resources I need to be who he created me to be and this is what I received.
Ok so, today I was listening to a lecturer talk about the butterfly effect. In case you are not familiar with the actual definition, I decided to Google it. The butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in a large difference in a later state. In other words, it is the influence exerted on a dynamic system by a small change in conditions. So the butterflies in South America can actually affect weather patterns in the North Pole? And this is science? Yes…and proven science at that. This concept was mind blowing for me. A little butterfly can affect the world one flap at a time.
Readers, I am coming to you today with a heart of love. I want you to see so desperately how powerful you are as a body of people. You can make a difference. We were not created to live alone and I believe we are all a part of the body of Christ which actually means we literally are all one. This is my core belief. What I do to myself I do to you. When I self-hate talk to me, I self-hate talk to you. When I love me, I love you and when I love you, I love me. We can’t pick and choose what part we want to keep and what part we want to discard. We are all one period. Do you want to stop evil and terrorism? Then love your freaking neighbor and yourself. Stop blaming terrorists and look within your own heart. This is not a selfish act of loving yourself. It is doing the work you need to do to see the truth about whom you really are and who God really is. It is laying your life down for the people around you and helping set them free. Set them free from themselves, from the enemy, or from the shadows or from whatever you might call it. I don’t care. It is not important. What is important is that love is the basis of all healing.
Some of you are asking right now, ok, Melissa, what about the man who raped me or about my father who abused me or about my mother who abandoned me. I say this. Live for today in the present moment. Stop living in the past and dwelling on what cannot be changed. I have spent the greater part of my life dwelling and it has given me what I have given myself a very sick soul and physical body. God is using those circumstances to transform you into him but you have to consciously decide you want to be free of your own thoughts. What is pain really? We put so much weight into good and bad. Why is pain equated to suffering? My goodness if we didn’t have suffering we would be living like cavemen still. Honestly, we may not look like cavemen but that is exactly where are hearts would be. Selfish and wanting everyone else to change. If you want your relationships to change it comes from you. It comes from the living God inside of you. Did Jesus suffer? I would say yes!!!! Dr.Shelfali would say that your parents didn’t really know the truth. That they believed all the lies their parents told them and they taught you fear and anxiety, not acceptance and love. Unless you had Jesus as your actual parent, we were all failed. Our parents did not intentionally abuse or neglect us. Just like you don’t intentionally abuse and neglect your relationships. It’s all a part of the process needed for you to see the truth. We are all really perfect inside when we are born and we have to get back to that state. That is truly what life is about. It’s about finding the love that we came here with. Unlearning all the stuff we plastered onto ourselves to survive in a very fallen world and environment.
You have a choice to forgive and be set free or live in fear, anxiety, and misery. You have a choice. You’re not a victim. Some of us chose to be victims and to make our story true. End the novel of misery and abandonment of self. Start a new book which is one of love, joy, and forgiveness. Don’t live another moment giving yourself away. It’s not you. It never was you. You by nature are Christ like. Babies come here perfect. We screw them up by putting layers of manmade materials on them until we no longer see them. We as parents don’t really think about parenting our kids. We just parent like our parents parented and expect them not to be jacked up like us.

I am going to share a piece of me. This piece is no longer mine and I’m happy to let go of it so here goes. Eight years ago I gave birth to a beautiful 8 lbs 11 oz baby boy. I was determined to control him and he was going to sleep through the night by 2 months because all the other “perfect” moms around me had their kids sleeping and I wanted to be perfect like them. By the way, I never knew that I was trying to control him. The underlying point to this is that we parents think we are doing what society tells us we should be doing. Standards are set for us by the masses. I fell into this trap and although I am happy now, it happened as it helped mold me. I am sorry that I forced my baby into feeling my anxiety and fear. So, I followed a method called baby wise. It seemed humane and reasonable, so I followed it to a tee. I’m going to make a very long story short. It didn’t work for us. I literally know at least 10 moms it worked for in my circle. My obsession with controlling my environment and him was an epic fail. When I tell you this child did not sleep longer than 2 hours at a time and screamed in between for a minimum of 45 min to 2 hrs only to fall asleep for 2 hours and repeat, I am not exaggerating. The local Dunkin Donuts knew me as the little lady who drove her screaming infant around hoping he would fall asleep. I was exhausted to the point of depression. I believed the lie that I was a failure and I couldn’t do anything right. It was a lie someone told me growing up on a daily basis, so I believed it. Do you see where I am going here? I will never forget the day that I harshly sat him down on the couch when he was about 1 year old in the middle of the night and screamed at him, “What do you want? What is wrong with you? I can’t take another night.” It obviously didn’t help and he didn’t sleep through the night for another 2 years. He ended up with heavy metal poison physically, but that’s not what happened on a soul level. This is what I want you to see about your kids, your loved ones, and your not so loved ones. They will manifest what you need them to be in order to help you evolve into who God designed you to be. Let me explain. Camden was acting out the way I felt on the inside. My eldest child was 12 and living in New York City with his father and I felt abandoned and scared. My husband’s business was on the verge of bankruptcy and I had just battled breast cancer. Are you kidding me? I was a living ball of Hell. I was scared but wouldn’t admit it and I lived in that state for years. If you would have asked me, I would have denied it because I used to lie to myself all the time. So this precious baby came to me willing to suffer so I could move past my fear and past my desire to control him. He felt my energy of fear and at night he let it out, screaming for hours on end. Children come here connected especially to their mom. My hurricane became his hurricane of epic proportion. These precious children take on your vibration, your energy and make it their own. This is how they communicate. Remember science says children don’t even know until about 6 months that they are not you. In other words, they are clueless that they are their own individual person and not their environment. Camden was angry, stubborn, and miserable and so was I. I was failing at it all. My kids, my husband and even my body was a failure. He was interrupting my soul. He was mimicking my soul’s cry for help. He was screaming at night for me. All I can say readers is, “awaken”. See the truth. God sends your miracles every day, you just have to open them up. Listen to your heart. Pray, meditate, and ask the lord to show you the truth. Don’t take my advice. Ask the Lord of the universe to show you truth and open your soul to the power God has for you today. Every day is a miracle.