What If?

What If? - Miracles Photo – By Pat Ruppel 2026 - Gemini – AI Generated

What If? – Miracles Photo – By Pat Ruppel 2026 – Gemini AI Generated

Come – take a short journey with me. I have to let you know, though, that I don’t know where I’m going. I have no idea what this will end up being, but I’m wanting to write something different – mix it up – one step, one word at a time and get a little serious. Are you ready? Can you stretch those thoughts, preconceived ideas, and walk along with me? 

We’re living in chaotic times right now. None of us needs to be told how severe things are. Everyone sees it, feels it, like you can’t get away from it. What can you do, now, if you’re not right in the middle of an emergency and have to respond? What if – we stepped back, took a different approach, and attempted to see things differently like what’s suggested in this Ram Dass video below, “What If Everyone Woke Up Tomorrow Thinking Differently”.  It would change the world. 

It’s part of a lecture he gave February 27, 1992, titled, “The Web of Human Caring” in St. Louis, Missouri and an interview he had with John Seed, an Ecologist from Australia, talking about rainforests. If things were as disturbing and chaotic back then, how do they measure up now, and how can we realize the urgency of it. It’s like the same old problems exist, even though many years have passed since his lecture. I wonder why and what it’s all about? 

The only thing that has changed is time, and that won’t change either when we no longer have a choice, or we decide to do something about it. It doesn’t have to be that way, and we don’t have to let it get that far? But what keeps us from hearing such urgent messages? Maybe, like Ram Dass says here, it’s because we’re comfortable, attached to what we have, and think we have to give up what we want to hold onto. 

I have to say, as I’m writing this, my hands are shaking. I’ve felt that before and know it’s the energy stirring inside. So, there’s something going on within me that’s trying to get out – express itself, and I’m out of my comfort zone in an unknown place. I have to work through it and hope I do it justice because it has to come through me before it can get there. 

This is not something I usually write about, but it’s been compelling, keeps presenting itself and won’t let me drop it. I don’t want to deliver a post on doom and gloom because I know there are possibilities, What If’s, and there’s still something we can do, and I believe in miracles. But it takes a shift and an open mind to dare to explore the What If’s. We are not alone in this and when we’re ready to take the leap, get serious and move to take the first step forward, we are met with an invisible energetic force, something like Patanjali talked about centuries ago:

Patañjali (150 BC or 2nd century BC) lived in the 2nd Century. He was an Indian. He wrote the first grammar of Sanskrit language.

We came into this world as a vibrational little being equipped with everything we need, only we haven’t tapped into our biggest resource, our inner guidance system – our sonar, so to speak. We stumble across it sometimes and think, “Oh, that went great!” But it doesn’t seem like we truly, consciously recognize it or know how to use it.

The world, as I see it, is what we have created down through the centuries. It’s the compiled products of our collective minds, discoveries, wants, dreams, desires – good and bad. And, when it turns dark and ugly, we always try to correct it by changing the products instead of looking internally and working on that. What If, we decided to do that and look inside for the problem and change it by thinking differently, like Seed suggests. 

That is where walking down a different path, thinking differently, or choosing to consider a different way, is critical, especially in the times we are living today. (Note: Here is a popular Rumi quote that is a loose, contemporary, interpretation and reconstruction by translator Coleman Barks rather than a literal translation a Persian text):

Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), commonly known as Rumi, was a Sufi mystic, poet and founder of the Islamic Brotherhood known as the Mevlevi Order.

No, doesn’t make any sense at all, like Rumi says, but I want to go to the place he talks about that’s beyond what we see and what’s going on in the world. We keep going around in circles, generations after generations and getting nowhere. It’s the definition of insanity: where you keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. But I think to break out and go beyond, we have to be willing to look past the world and take another path. 

I know I’m bouncing all around here and not making much sense. But stick with me. It’ll begin to get clearer. There are miracles yet to be revealed beyond our wildest imaginations, if we would change our focus and not listen to what’s in the world (products), but instead hook up with our inner sonar. Move forward exploring and discovering with a vibrational inner guide, one that prompts, nudges to look here, check this out. It’s what’s been happening to me lately. Maybe I’m beginning to think differently. 

Look at this post. I have no idea what I’m doing but the words keep coming. What is that all about? I just had a thought for a subject, “What If?”, and nothing else. Even in the featured photo, I had no idea. What can you use as a photo for “what if”?  Then, I was nudged to look in Google photos and saw a photo that grabbed my attention, but not exactly, then thought maybe I could create something in Gemini AI (new to me too), now that I have an idea for what I’m looking for and can give a description of what to create. And voilà, that’s the photo above. 

I know these small examples don’t compare to the seriousness of what’s needed in the world today, but it’s a start in a new direction and even, in some cases, they’re supernatural. It shows up in different forms: maybe words come through and you put them to paper, maybe it’s an intuitive voice, or something visual drawn to your attention because you’re attracting it from the energy within you. I don’t know, but it’s not a fluke. It’s real. We have to learn how to get quiet and tune in in spite of all the noise and chatter going on around us. Just by asking yourself a simple, “What If?”, can get you started. Consider the possibilities? 

Something like this in a short poem written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), English poet and essayist:

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834) was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher, and theologian who was a founder of the Romantic movement in England.

Can you imagine that? Do you think it’s possible? I do, but it doesn’t happen in the traditional way of thinking. Stay with me, please. 

Years ago, one summer evening, everyone was in bed and I was up late, meditating, and there was a full moon in the sky. I was sitting on the floor in the dark looking outside the open, sliding screen door at how pretty the white puffy clouds were in the sky, illuminated by the bright, full moon.  

There was one particular white, puffy round cloud that I paid close attention to. And, as I kept watching, it moved closer to me and dropped lower in the sky ever so subtly and gently. It seemed just above the treetops, and it was getting closer and closer to me. It seemed bigger and bigger, as it moved and looked like it was coming right at me, as if I was attracting it. It scared me and was eerie and mesmerizing all at the same time. 

It kept coming, as if it would float just above the house. I had never seen anything like that before and I can still remember the awesome feeling of it to this day. That’s how powerful and miraculous possibilities are, What If’s, and yes being open to looking at something different can make things happen—even change—just like that.  

There is a quote I treasure and used as a mission statement for a talking stick circle I was a moderator for over 25 years ago. It’s by Ram Dass in his book, “Still Here” and it says:

“When there is true surrender and service between people, the roles of helper and helped, and the boundaries between those in power and those who are powerless, begin to dissolve.”  

Ram dass – “Still here”

I’ve tried over the years to really learn what true surrender is. That seems to be the key word (true), and surrender is not something you submit to or forfeit. It’s internal in this context, and I’m learning it’s when you decide not to be in charge and work in harmony with the inner force within you, and that is true surrender. When that happens and you get out of the way, you bring it out into the world, then all the rest of this quote follows – service, roles, boundaries – and they start dissolving and you witness it. 

Some shifts and changes started happening to me in January of the New Year 2026 and before. I haven’t mentioned it because it’s still a work in progress. Here we are more than halfway through this year and through my own personal experiences of inner guidance, I’ve witnessed some gradual, and pretty powerful miraculous events in my life.  

That’s how I can tell you that this is real. I’ve been living it. Some highs and some lows, but that’s how you learn and grow. I’ve been working on a 40-day/40-night journaling project that I was prompted to start back in December 2025. It’s in the editing stages now of some 107+ typed pages of those daily journaling notes of 40 days. I don’t know where it’s going or what I will do with it when I’m finished. I’m just following the inner lead to do this project. 

I believe there are still things we can do in the crises we’re living in today, and there’s something unique in you that’s just waiting to come forth: gifts and talents maybe you never thought you had that you could use and apply in a different way. And, if we ask, get quiet and be still, the message will come, that vibrational inner guidance. You may not see it right away and may take a while before it shows up, as it has its own timing. But, when it does it’s up to you and me to see what we can do with it.  

I hope this post will stir something in you, even if it’s to wonder and consider the possibilities – What If’s

Pat from the ‘ol kitchen table 

Your One of These Days Can Happen Too

We dream, and dream some more, saying to ourselves, “One of these days.” Most of the time, we never get around to seeing it happen. Well, I’ve done a lot of dreaming, too, over the years; but, this time, my “one of these days” came true. I got back home on a long-awaited trip.

If you read my last post, One of These Days, I talk about taking a trip back home that I’ve longed for, like this, for many years. The moment came when family circumstances made me decide I had to go for it. It’s been 15 years plus since I’ve been home and I don’t know that I’ll have another 15-20 years like this to go back again. My family typically doesn’t come west to visit – very often – hardly ever.

My aunt, now 92, got sick and depressed this spring with the sudden death of her youngest daughter in January and her health appeared to be going downhill.  Something in me said, “It’s time” and I felt that if I didn’t make this trip, I may never see her nor any of my family again. We all aren’t getting any younger and I always wanted to get back, not only to see family, but to pay tribute to loved ones no longer alive who gave me life and purpose – my way of saying goodbye as a type of closure, coming full circle, in paying respect.

So, I answered the call of this particularly strong inner pull to go back home in these pressing family times. This is the beginning of my adventures, reflections and how it all came together – miraculously!

Answering The Call

Hubby and I had always dreamed of taking a road trip from Colorado back to my home, on the east coast of Philadelphia, Maryland (where my aunt lives) and Virginia; taking our time, connecting with family and revisiting places where we first met, fell in love and got married. Over the years, we kept telling my aunt we both were going to make it back some day but it never seemed to happen. I’ve been back a number of times but she hadn’t seen hubby since we first left to go west in 1969 (50 years ago) but the money was never there for us to go.

The same was true this time in that the money wasn’t there but there was an urgency with my aunt’s health. Something in me knew I had to find a way to get back. I wanted to see her as I have for years. She is the only living relative connected to my parents and those of my childhood and I longed to spend one last time with her.

With that intention to find a way, I started looking for jobs online and applied to an opening at our rural post office. I was surprised to get a call for an interview, though in my ‘70’s, and was encouraged that maybe this was the answer to make money for my trip. I had no doubt I could do the job in this small mountain, one-man, non-techy U.S. Post Office operation. I could create and manage e-mails, Excel spreadsheets, service customers, calculate package weights, compute shipping charges on a computer and run a cash register. Hah, how hard could that be—all by myself!? It was a small post office, right?

I don’t think I was a particularly appealing candidate, as I had no long-term employment ambitions, and was also requesting 2 or 3 weeks’ vacation within 6-months. I wanted to be completely transparent with this Federal institution that my main goal was to first make enough money for an important trip with the intention to stay on the job afterwards. If hired, they said the most vacation time they could give me was 2 weeks. I was okay with that with the hope I could make enough for hubby and I to finally make this road trip together.

Little did I know that the universe was intervening and that there would be other ways for money to come. There was never any response on the job after my interview nor from any of my numerous follow-up calls; and, it wasn’t until after my trip that I got an email that the position had been cancelled. Presumably, they hired from within.

Even though I had no response on the job, I still held onto there had to be a way for this trip to happen and, then, the money began to come in – in bits and pieces, over the spring and summer. We got an electric company refund check amounting to more than we had ever received, my daughters and a friend gave me trip money on Mother’s Day and my birthday and I got a large order for the last of my pinecone fire-starters.

It ended up, getting back I would travel solo, again, with just enough money for my flight, rent a car and some extra for expenses. I booked my trip for a week and was waiting for the day when I would finally be launched on my long awaited trip back home, now last month, September, with my return on the 11th, the infamous 9-11.

It wasn’t exactly how I had hoped for over the years, with hubby, on our leisurely road trip back home; but, the universe was pulling and telling me now was the time. I answered the call and sensed there would be more to this trip than I had initially imagined. I was on a type of pilgrimage to the divinity within and, along with connecting with family and paying tribute, I was looking to meet some goals I set for myself. Namely, find my voice, face some fears, come full circle with love and gratitude and meet my transformed self.

I had changed over the years, since I last spent some significant time with my family; of course, there are the physical changes, but spiritually, mentally, philosophically and politically as well. I wasn’t quite sure how that would be received and perceived and was curious as to how much they had changed, too.

Isn’t it curious how friends, even only acquaintances, seem to know us more than our own blood relatives? I suppose it’s because they’re the ones that are there when we have those goofy, unpredictable moments.

I think we all grow in mind and spirit, as life edges us along, and I was looking forward to spending some quality time and learning, in depth, what had been going on in their lives. More than idle chitchat, drapery talk and the weather, I felt the need to be open to whatever events unfolded, late-night talks with heart-to-heart love and kindness, whenever – however.

They say you can never go back home – it will never be like you imagined

There’s a lot of truth to that. Things can never be like we remembered and I understood that from the beginning. Plus, pushing 20 years is a long time since I was back and my old homestead had been sold years before, bulldozed and rebuilt to someone else’s new beautiful home. Highways had been rerouted, old landmarks changed and new businesses replaced old ones; but, nevertheless, I wanted to see how memory would serve me and what still held energies of the past. I was alone on this adventure and open to whatever unfolded.

From Philly airport before heading onto my sister’s, I wanted to check in on an old classmate, Bill, remembering where he lived, just a short jaunt from my old neighborhood where I grew up as a child. His wife, Julie – also a classmate, had died a number of years ago and he lived alone in their home. We had kept in touch on Facebook and I tried to contact him about my trip to let him know I was coming back, along with calling an old number. But, I never heard back. I even tried one of his Facebook relatives but never heard back from them either. So, next best thing was to pop in and try to see him in person.

Julie and Bill – Senior High School Yearbook Photos 1965

It’s pretty daunting in this stage of my life and, especially at the beginning of a memorable trip, to find out from neighbors that Bill had died a year ago. I lost a few childhood friends and classmates over the years, Viet Nam, accidents, health; but, it never gets any easier when you hear those words that someone you love had died and I’m standing in front of their old, empty house.

So many memories we had, as friends growing up, especially middle school and high school. Julie and Bill were always destined to be together. They were never apart. I remember one year, when I came back for a visit, they both took me to our old middle school that had been turned into an Administration Building.

We were allowed to go through the old halls and downstairs, in that creaky old building, with them trying to get me to remember this classroom, that teacher (when we staged a sit-down protest in the hall in front of the Biology lab because of the smell), the tunnel through the boiler room to the cafeteria and onto the girls and boys locker rooms recapturing those moments of long ago.

I could remember most things, especially when they said names and told old stories. We were laughing and joking, just like old times, and it felt good to remember old memories with them, right down to the mural on the wall, at the entrance, that Bill said our class painted and is hung there to this day. I never knew about that and he was pretty proud of it. It was a special time back then reliving those times with them.

I love them . . . and now I missed him and whispered a special prayer to him hoping he’s happy back with his beloved Julie. Somehow, while standing there I felt them together again and in love, as they always had been. I said my goodbyes, got in my car and left to take the short ride over to see if I remembered how to get to my old homestead. I was on to see what this trip holds for me next. If this is just the beginning, what else awaits. My heart is full.

There is much more to share with you in the days and months to come as the stories of my trip take shape and come to life. My sister and I did get to see my aunt and spend the night with her after getting lost a number of times. We couldn’t stay longer as Hurricane Dorian was moving up the coast. I visited with nieces, paid tribute at the gravesite of my surrogate grandfather, had a moving and gripping discussion with family and reunited with a cousin I hadn’t seen for more than 55 years, since I was a kid.

And finally, topping it off, with it ending on a return trip, not soon to be forgotten, where I’m sandwiched between two fellow passengers and engaged in talks with them on a 4-hour flight home to Denver on 9-11. Here is a 51-year old successful businessman, I’ve just met, choking up with tears giving me his personal account on 9-11 at ground level telling me, “He doesn’t know what is happening to him . . . he doesn’t do emotions”. You can’t make this stuff up.

One thing I’m reminded of, however, is that there is a greater intelligence in charge no matter how chaotic the world seems and that this greater intelligence has a sweet presence that resides in me and in you.

It’s eye is not only on the sparrow, it knows the number of hairs on our head, the laughter, the pain and our deepest feelings and desires. We carry it around within us and when we connect and align with it for one seemingly unimportant, simple trip (that was much desired by me), it hears and miracles happen and materialize. That’s the wonder and nature of living this beautiful life. It couldn’t have been said any better than by Patanjali, an author of Yoga Sutras from India, many centuries ago:

“When you are inspired by some great
purpose, some extraordinary project,
all your thoughts break their bonds;
Your mind transcends limitations,
your consciousness expands in every direction,
and you find yourself in a new, great
and wonderful world.
Dormant forces, faculties and talents
become alive, and you discover yourself
to be a greater person by far
than you ever dreamed
yourself to be.”

Pat from the ‘ol kitchen table

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Where Is God’s Perfection?

Roof and Beer Bottle Photo - © Jim Ruppel 8-26-2012

Roof and Beer Bottle Photo – © Jim Ruppel 8-26-2012

There is a man who walked this earth over 2,000 years ago. He was God’s man ― a child, a Son and a brother ― just as we are today. He came to show us many things. We have created religions, built churches and established holidays in his honor in an attempt to follow his path. His name is Jesus and in the Christian faith we celebrate his life, death and resurrection this weekend through Easter.

Though we have come a long way over 2,000 years, humanity still struggles with the very same issues Jesus taught about and demonstrated. I may look at what’s going on in our world today and be tempted to think maybe his lessons and sacrifice were lost on us. But, I can’t, because I know too many times there are deeper lessons that can only be discovered when our hearts are ready and our eyes are open to truly see. I think that time is upon us.  Continue reading

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Making My Way Back

Poppies

Poppy Photo by Leon Roulette Posted at Discover Art

Hello everyone ― it’s been awhile! I can’t believe how fast this year has flown by and ­­now it’s fall with winter just around the corner. I’ve written and rewritten this post so many times thinking, “where do I start ― a lot has transpired?”­ Be prepared, though, it’s a long one, as I open my heart and get personal. You may want to get a cup of coffee and pull up a chair. Continue reading

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There Is Room At The Table For Everyone

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Dandelions by Recent Photos The Common Galleries World Map App Garden Camera Finder – Courtesy of MSN Clipart

It’s a new year and I’ve already made my 2015 statement ― “Invite the Miraculous” ― in my last post, “Happy New Year and a Look Back”. Now, I’ve been trying to find the perfect theme on which to start.

I think I’ve got it from listening to these songs by *Carrie Newcomer. Her words and music speak to my heart in the vision I have this year, actually for a while now, on what I long to do ― gather and inspire. No gift is too small ― there is room at the table for everyone.
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