“It’s about ease. I feel ease when I’m there getting a massage, sipping tea in the lounge, soaking up the steam shower or just popping in for a gift. You greet me by name and squish my puppy’s cheeks when we visit, and we both love it…Milagro is simple in the best way possible. Basically, it’s everything you need and nothing you don’t.”
“I come to Milagro because you don’t try to simultaneously tell me I’m wonderful but also need to fix everything that’s wrong with me. I come to Milagro because it’s a calm oasis where everyone is lovely just as they are, and I can right my ship.”
“I come to Milagro because it is a place of peace, grace, rest and acceptance. I feel known, seen, and valued. It’s an interaction that evokes a change not only in me, but how upon leaving, I will engage with the world (at least until I am infused with the crazy again).”
Mom sent the innocent text on January 28th. From the warm and safe distance of sunny Arizona, it popped up on my screen - "No blog since December?"I paused to breathe, and basically responded "WINTER."
The question typically comes just a few minutes into small talk with a stranger. And it stops the convo cold. Them: "Do you have kids?" Me: "No" SCREEEEEEEEECH. *crickets* *whippoorwill* *incredibly awkward silence* I try