 They had great white crisp sails for wings these angels beside me. They winked with gentle smiles slowly and swiftly supporting. These angels beside me offering their feathered arms, asking me to lean in. Gliding through the winds effortlessly, courageously. Beside me...these angels with me.
Moments from my travel to Nor. Carolina with my husband and the spiritual helpers that held me close with such comforting love and grace. They could have been angels. They were definitely otherworldly, sometimes showing up in human form through gestures or a soothing smile from a stranger. They were everywhere that day. I am grateful that I was receptive to this experience. Magic and mystery. Imagination and essence.
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