Beloved Grace: Awakening

by Ph.D. Keri Nanette Miller

Overview

This is the modern-day fairy tale you’ve been asking for.

Beloved Grace ~Awakening~ is full of excitement, romance, and is utterly charming.

But there’s more to this coming-of-age adult fairy tale than meets the eye. This is a delightful read that infuses real spiritual tools and techniques, and brings us the message of mystical awakenings, renewal, and personal growth.

Morgana is on an enchanted journey of self-discovery as she learns about energy medicine and vibrational alignment with the universe. It’s a realistic fairy tale with romantic adventure as Morgana discovers what she wants from life and how to open herself up to a life full of love, magic, and miracles.

“There is an awakening happening. People are connecting to their power. We are on the leading edge of evolution, and I want people to know they can be, do, and have anything they want, but really what we are searching for is connection. The connection to the Beloved Grace that unifies us all. We have the power to be happy, healthy, and prosperous. Not just for one- but for all.” - Morgana

Beloved Grace ~Awakening~ sends a wonderful message about slowing down and learning to enjoy Earth’s blessings. The writing is captivating, fun, and helps the reader imagine the book’s opulent settings. It is a lovely lyrical tale with many creative elements. This feel-good, beloved, new classic is an enchanting story for anyone who is looking to understand themselves and how to create their own lives vibrationally. This is your chance to open yourself up to a life full of love, magic, and miracles.

Coming soon: Beloved Grace ~Engagement~

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781504385534
Publisher:	Balboa Press
Publication date:	09/27/2017
Pages:	342
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.71(d)

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CHAPTER 1

Mortified Once Again

MORGANA'S TIRES SCREECHED as she pulled up into the right side of the inclined Y-shaped driveway and jerked her car into park. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she clenched her teeth. Only thirty days left of that hell, and then she would graduate. Her wavy brown hair covered her face as she laid her head down on the steering wheel and sighed. "Soon I will be done with high school, then get college over with, and then I can finally start living my own life," she said to herself.

She shoved open the driver's side door of her ten-year-old white sedan and gathered her purse from the passenger's side seat which had dumped over during her road-rage induced Tokyo drift. "That jerk cut me off no reason!" she shouted. "Don't people know how to drive!" She angrily threw the contents of her purse back into their cloth cave as she noticed her phone way down on the passenger floorboard. She went to reach for it and slid, knocking her rib cage against the handbrake on the center console. "Son of a bitch!" she cried out. She struggled to reach her phone as she cursed her arms and fingers for not being able to grab it. The phone caught the bulk of her tirade until she finally managed to hook the corner and gain control of it. Then it too, was thrown into her purse with the force of an All-Star fast pitch. With her purse and its contents finally back together, she exited the car rubbing her sore ribs and looked bleakly at the backseat full of books she needed to study for finals. She let out a desperate breath and reached for the rear door handle.

"Morgana?"

She heard her name being called from across the street. It was the kind elderly lady, Ms. Lane. Morgana had never really spoken to her before, except for the occasional exchange of niceties. Ms. Lane would bake little loaves of different kinds of delicious breads or succulent cookies for Morgana and her mother. But besides a wave now and then from the driveway, Morgana never really engaged with her neighbor.

"Oh, hi, Ms. Lane." Morgana pushed aside her long, disheveled hair, gave a weak smile and waved, and then was about to go back to minding her own business.

"Morgana, would you mind giving a hand?" Ms. Lane called back.

Oh, great, now what? Morgana exasperatedly thought. "Yes, ma'am," she replied.

Morgana shuffled in her flip flops down the inclined driveway, kicking at some loose gravel her tires had stirred up in her haste to get home. She crossed the street to Ms. Lane's driveway, where her old, deep maroon Cadillac Deville sat with its enormous trunk wide open. Inside, Morgana saw tons of woven tweed grocery sacks that exposed their prizes of milk in glass jars and an assortment of other foreign fruits and vegetables Morgana wasn't used to seeing at her regular grocery store.

"I just got back from the farmers' market. Have you ever had fresh milk straight from the farm?" Ms. Lane asked excitedly. Morgana smiled politely and shook her head no. She didn't drink much milk anyway, but the thought of drinking milk straight from dirty, smelly old cows turned her stomach a little bit.

"Josef usually helps unload my groceries on farmers' market day, but he sent me a text saying he was delayed." As Morgana scooped up the sacks, she snickered to herself at the thought of old Ms. Lane texting. "You remember my great-nephew, Josef, don't you?"

Oh, yes. Morgana remembered him.

Josef was about five years older than Morgana and he had spent a few summers with Ms. Lane. Morgana remembered the summer when she was thirteen and Josef had come to their door asking her mom if she would like for him to mow the yard for her. This was the first time Morgana had seen him up close and he was even more gorgeous than she had imagined. He had golden tan skin, sun-kissed blond hair, and the most beautiful deep aqua blue eyes she had ever seen. They were the color of the tranquil oceans next to white sandy beaches she had only seen in pictures online.

Thirteen-year-old Morgana gasped a little when he looked at her. He took her breath away. She was hiding behind her mother, pinching at her to say yes and let this beautiful Adonis mow their yard. Her mother graciously accepted his offer, and he set to work on the front yard grass. Wanting to impress her gorgeous impromptu gardener, Morgana sprinted to her room and put on her most grown-up looking sundress and the sandals with the small heel. She struggled to style her hair, which couldn't decide if it was straight or curly and always just seemed messy to her. She put in a glittery barrette to pin it out of her face so he could look deeply into her eyes, which couldn't decide if they were blue or grey. She globbed on some extra shiny lip gloss, and then ran into the kitchen to make some fresh lemonade. Josef was already done with the front yard and was working his way through the backyard by the time she had finished gussying herself up. She poured the lemonade into a tall glass full of ice and carefully set it on a silver serving tray. Her fantasy was to deliver the refreshing drink, he would fall madly in love with her, and they would live happily ever after as Mr. and Mrs. Perfect-Aqua-Blue-Eyes. However, the reality of her delivery could not have gone worse. First, she spilled the drink a little on the silver tray as she tried to open the back door. He was pushing the mower and she didn't think he noticed as she grabbed the now slippery glass in one hand and shook off the excess liquid from the tray. Maybe I shouldn't have filled the glass so much, she thought to herself. She regained her composure as he came back around. Unfortunately, this time, he was looking directly at her as the heel on her sandal got caught in the grass and she fell to the ground, spilling sticky, icy lemonade all over herself. Ice flew everywhere, even down the front of her dress. She ripped the hem of her skirt and grass stained her knees and palms. She remembered those deep aqua blue eyes and that smile as he was laughing and running to her aid. She was mortified beyond existence and went crying into the house. She never spoke to him again, and his boisterous laughter still haunted her ears.

"Yes, ma'am, I remember Josef," Morgana grunted, as she lifted the woven tweed grocery sacks out of the deep trunk of the old Caddy. She followed Ms. Lane up the walkway to the deeply recessed front door. Morgana suddenly realized she had never been inside her neighbor's house and looked around to see if there were any witnesses to her going inside. She wished she hadn't put her purse with her phone on the backseat with all her books when Ms. Lane had called out for assistance. As Ms. Lane fumbled a little with her keys, the glass bottles of milk were getting heavier in Morgana's arms. She understood why the elderly lady would ask for help. With relief, Morgana finally heard the lock click, and Ms. Lane pushed open the heavy wooden front door. A strong, pungent musk penetrated Morgana's nostrils. She gulped a little from the smell and shifted the heavy bags straining her arms before walking into the dark, dank house. She couldn't see as the house was dimly lit, even though it was bright and sunny outside. Morgana's eyes struggled to make the shift from light to dark, and she bumped into a pony wall hidden behind her arms full of heavy sacks.

"This way, dear," Ms. Lane's voice called out from the darkness. As her eyes strained to adjust, Morgana could only see walls full of creepy dolls. She rounded the corner and got a face full of dried flowers that seemed to be hung from an odd place in the middle of the room. The musky smell was so heavy she was having trouble breathing.

"Just set those on the counter, dear. And would you mind getting the others out of the trunk?"

Morgana set the fabric sacks on the counter and raced back outside. The bright sun hit her eyes, blinding her, as she made her way back down the path to the large open trunk. She grabbed as many of the bags as she could to try to make as few trips as possible to quickly complete the tedious task. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh air before she ran back inside, holding her breath, and setting the second batch of heavy sacks on the counter. Good Lord! she thought. Are the whole cows in those bags? They weigh a frickin' ton! She hurried back outside, the sun blaring in her eyes, and took a long deep breath. She panted as she rushed to the trunk, hoping she could get everything in this one last trip. She snatched up the last seven cloth bags and repeated to herself, In and out. Just drop these last ones on the counter and you'll be done with it. She took one last, deep breath of fresh air as she heaved the heavy sacks through the door, around the pony wall, past the shelves of creepy glass dolls, and dodged the dry, dead bunches of flowers hanging upside down like decrepit little vampires.

"Oh, my, dear!" Ms. Lane exclaimed, "Those are so heavy, you didn't have to get them all at once!"

As Morgana lifted the last of them onto the counter, her arm muscles were a little shaky, and her eyes were not fully adjusted from going back and forth between the contrast of light and dark. She was still holding her breath as she tried to leave in a hurry. And that's when she heard his deep, silky voice that stopped her in her tracks.

"God, Aunt Katherine! It smells like somebody died in here."

Morgana slowly turned to see his tall, muscular stature, sun-kissed blond hair, that gorgeous smile, and those deep aqua blue eyes. He was standing in the doorway, illuminated by the bright sun behind him. He was even more handsome than she remembered. Despite herself, she could no longer hold her breath, and she choked while trying to breathe. He was chuckling at his joke and then laughed even harder at Morgana's snort as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Oh, Josef. You're hilarious," Mrs. Lane said as she walked over for a hug and a kiss from her favorite nephew and a couple of his friends who followed him into the house. "I didn't think you were going to make it, so I had Morgana help me. Remember Morgana?"

He laughed and smiled as he extended his hand out to shake Morgana's. "Of course I remember her. How could I forget?" His silky voice oozed. Morgana was completely embarrassed and blood rushed to her cheeks as she assumed he was remembering the klutzy kid with the lemonade soaked dress and grass stained knees. She shook his hand and nodded politely.

"Well, since he's here now, I've got to get home," Morgana announced, desperately trying to free herself of the awkward situation.

"Thank you, dear," Ms. Lane called out. "Please come back tomorrow. I'm making some zucchini breads for you and your mother."

"Yes, ma'am," Morgana responded apprehensively.

She made her way back through the dried-up bundles of dead flowers and passed the wall of creepy glass-eyed dolls. She could hear his steps behind her as she scurried to the front door. Just let me escape, she thought to herself.

"See you around." Josef's smooth rich voice wrapped around her body like silk and sent delicious chills up her spine.

In spite of herself, she just had to see his glorious eyes one last time. She turned to glance back at him and tried to be coy to catch a glimpse, but instead her flip flop tripped on the threshold of the doorway and she stumbled out onto the sidewalk. The bright sun penetrated her eyes, so instead of seeing him all she heard was his boisterous laugh as she scrambled down the walkway once again mortified beyond all existence.

CHAPTER 2

The Secret Garden

THE NEXT DAY, Morgana returned home from another mind numbingly dreadful day at high school. When she walked in the door there was a note taped to the refrigerator: "Ms. Lane has some zucchini bread for the bake sale that I need you to go get please. Love mom." (Smiley face)

"oh, Mom! I don't want to go through that mess again! Aghhh! Whatever!" This time she grabbed her phone and huffed down the inclined driveway. She shuffled her flip flops at some rocks her tires kicked up and chanted to herself, In and out. In and out. In and out. I'm just going to get in and quickly get out. She reached the recessed alcove with the large heavy wooden door and rang the bell. She noticed some fresh potted flowers that brightened up the dark alcove. That's nice, she thought, as she heard clicking footsteps reach the other side of the door. Morgana took a long deep breath, preparing herself for the heavy musk stench that awaited her. Ms. Lane swung open the large wooden door and Morgana was so caught off guard by the bright sunlight streaming from inside the house that she forgot she was holding her breath and exhaled. She breathed in, then realizing what she'd done, she mentally prepared for her olfactory sensors to be brutalized by the stank odor that had practically burned her lungs, but was shocked when instead they were tantalized by the most delicious aromas that filled her nose. She let out a slight "Ah." Ms. Lane welcomed her in and Morgana couldn't believe this was the same house she was in just yesterday. She walked around the familiar pony wall, passed the wall of porcelain faces, only this time with the sun's illumination she saw that they were the prettiest dancing fairies, beautiful porcelain angels, and the cutest cherub figurines she had ever seen. These were so precious and adorable! She tried to remember what it looked like before and how she could have confused it so much. She decided that her eyes had tricked her with contrast from the blaring bright sun outside and the blacked out darkness inside.

Today she noticed the beautiful heavy cranberry velvet damask curtains tied open with a gold braided rope exposing the huge floor to ceiling glass doors. An open, white bookcase separated the formal dining room from the sunken living room. Morgana surmised the bookcase is what had all the dried flowers affixed to it somehow, but today she could see it was adorned with fancy crystal goblets, beautifully framed photos, and a gemstone rock collection that was kept in an open box of cream velvet with each stone in its own designated bed. Beautiful, elegant keepsakes and antiques, and fresh pink flower bouquets were nestled on the shelves. A huge round white marble pedestal dining table had a massive centerpiece of fresh cut pink and cream flowers. It was flanked by thirteen high-back floral chairs in the perfect shades of cranberry, cream, and pink that coordinated the whole room. The open concept kitchen with a matching, equally immense, white marble island connected to the dining room. Dark cherry wood cabinets, some with glass doors exposing their beautiful sparkling crystal goblets and glasses, grounded the professional grade stainless steel refrigerator, double oven, and six-burner stove top with a range hood that had a gardenscape scene hand painted on it. On the marble island sat another sweet pink floral arrangement, as did baskets of dozens of mini loaves of fresh baked bread.

This must be what smells so delicious, she thought. "Your home is so sweet and beautiful, Ms. Lane," Morgana complimented.

"Why, thank you, dear. It's full of all the things that make me happy," she replied with a lovingly proud little smile. "Do you have time to join me for some tea, Morgana? I find that fresh baked bread and a spot of tea make me happy, too," she explained with a wink.

Whereas yesterday Morgana couldn't get out of there fast enough, today felt completely opposite. "Yes, ma'am. I would really like that."

"Oh, goodie! I was hoping you would join me. I have the water all set." Ms. Lane walked into her deluxe kitchen and started placing her delicate pink floral China tea set on a silver tray. She poured the steaming water from the kettle into the matching pink floral tea pot and asked Morgana if she would please open the lofty sliding glass doors to the back yard, as she masterfully carried the tray. Morgana glided open the soaring glass doors. They were much easier to open than she expected them to be and they almost seemed to open automatically when she barely touched them. "Walk down the path to the gazebo at the end and we'll have our tea in there," Ms. Lane guided.

Morgana gasped with awe as she stepped outside into a lush, tranquil garden protected by walls of roses and bushes full of peonies in shades of whites, pinks, cranberries, and reds. Fresh gardens of fruits, vegetables and herbs were tended by endearing little fairy figurines, some with little ornate houses and delightful miniature gardens of their own. Everything looked so green and lush and precious. Tiny bells chimed with the breeze and the weather seemed soft and perfect, even though it was a hot May afternoon. Morgana couldn't see any other houses or hear any of the passing cars on the road just on the other side of the eight-foot tall fence. She felt like she was in a secret, enchanted garden. She imagined the fairy figurines came alive at night and tended to the flowers, and the flowers sang while the fairies danced in the moonlight.

(Continues…)

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Table of Contents

Dedication, vii,
Chapter One: Mortified Once Again, 1,
Chapter Two: The Secret Garden, 7,
Chapter Three: Tapping Through Finals, 12,
Chapter Four: The Enchanted Birthday, 20,
Chapter Five: Being Fully Present, 38,
Chapter Six: Deep Sorrows and Magnificent Inspirations, 48,
Chapter Seven: The Magical Lot, 55,
Chapter Eight: Connecting with Loved Ones, 91,
Chapter Nine: Focusing On the Feeling, 101,
Chapter Ten: Whimsical Winter Wonderland, 117,
Chapter Eleven: Changing Thoughts, 131,
Chapter Twelve: Anam Cara, 162,
Chapter Thirteen: An Emotional Week in Paradise, 188,
Chapter Fourteen: The Five Thousand Dollar Dress, 215,
Chapter Fifteen: A Garish Gala, 227,
Chapter Sixteen: Beltane and Breakups, 235,
Chapter Seventeen: Buried Alive, 246,
Chapter Eighteen: The Rescue, 258,
Chapter Nineteen: The Energy of Abandonment, 271,
Chapter Twenty: Feeling Hopeful, 282,
Chapter Twenty-One: You Had the Power All Along, 309,
Chapter Twenty-Two: A Life Full of Love, Magic, and Miracles, 325,
Epilogue, 333,