Wings of an Angel Blog…
Synaesthesia
Colours, shapes and words speak to me differently than most people. I feel words and taste colours. Words convert themselves to shapes, like squares and circles. Sentences speak to me as if they have their own identities like little human beings.
Death at My Door
Henry’s death brought me into alignment of who I wanted to be and to do work that I found meaningful and natural, the work I do today.
When people die, some come back for a brief moment to let their loved ones know that they are alive and well, on the other side. I’m sure you can imagine all the activity I’ve dealt with throughout the years...all of which I enjoy.
Drawing the Invisible Line
My friend and I took our socks and shoes off to allow our feet to enjoy the fresh mountain air. High above the world. we nestled into our own little pocket close to the mountains edge. The rock hugged our backs, the sparse grass softened our chosen place of rest. As we pulled our lunches out to enjoy this piece of heaven, the sun broke through the clouds and shone upon our faces.
A Grand Piano
I mentioned the wings to her, which made her turn around to look at the grand piano. She said she couldn’t see them with her physical eyes, but when she viewed herself through the camera of her computer, she saw them.
The Year of 2020
2020 is a year that will never be forgotten. It has literally become a historical year, there is no denying that. The earth has healed, the air has mended, the water has become clear and people are realigning with who they are and what they want out of life.