One foot in front of the other I
walk these woods alone. The scent the new-fallen leaves, an aroma most
intoxicating, is the balm my spirit needs for my scattered thoughts this day.
I carry myself, stronger with each
step, forward thinking as I go, until I reach a rocky knoll.
The sun brightly shining leads me
to warm, smooth rock ahead. As I seat myself comfortably there’s a feeling that
this spot was made for me. Awaiting something I’m unable to identify I linger
here letting the peace permeate my entire being.
Glittering, sparkling lights appear
to my left. I blink repeatedly; it must be the hot sun. I take out my water
bottle and as I sip slowly a voice on the
breeze speaks softly, beckoning me to look up.
My eyes, drawn by the familiarity of the whispers, see
a figure in white where the lights once appeared. I sense a kindredship as I recognize the golden hair, so
long and wavy, from a place in my dreams.
Her name I know as Celeste and she is my Guardian Angel.
I panic a little, remembering my
childhood lesson that unless called on your Guardian Angel could only appear if
you were in danger. Seeing nothing lurking in the shadows I ask with
trepidation, “Why are you here?”
To be continued...
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