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I Had A Dream

“Written Words”

In my last blog, I wrote about a life changing event experience.  This week I would like to share with you a life changing dream. We all dream. Some while they are asleep. Others while awake. A little bit of both perhaps. Dreams keep us alive in more ways than one providing hope and light, goals and ambitions, direction. Dreams allow us to visit with loved ones departed, places unseen, lands on distant planets. Dreams are an important part of our lives.

I had a dream. Before the time when I began to write and after the time of beginning my photography. Before I picked up a paint brush. A time of upheaval in my life and change. I never considered myself a writer. I thought I had nothing important to say keeping most of my thoughts and ideas inside my head, away from the world. I believed my purpose was to care and uplift others shelving my own needs and desires for some other lifetime. I was busy shuffling from here to there, building this and that, cooking and working and creating in my mind. And yet, when asked how I would describe myself by others, my answer never wavered, I considered myself to be a very creative person. (on the inside)

And then the dream fast asleep, relaxed, breathing deeply, floating. My brother had a best friend Gordie who died very young from a brain tumor. I knew him but, not well as my brother is six years younger than me. I was married and had children, life taking me in my own direction. But, he came to me one night in a dream or as I recall we met in a place somewhere between here and there. I recognized him immediately as he glowed with rosy red cheeks and a smile that lit the space we shared. He appeared so beautiful  and youthful that one could only say he was an angel. An angel with the essence of Gordie. He sat at a desk in a warm colored glowing room which I now recognize as the room in which I write this blog. He beckoned me to come towards him and the desk. I moved towards him and stood beside him. There was an overwhelming sense of peace and warmth and light. Comfort. He opened a book, smiling, and asked me to read. The pages were blank except for one line written in black ink. I tried to explain without speaking that I could not understand the words. Smiling still he explained, “You will.”

I left the dream and kept quiet about it for quite some time. And then, I began to write with thoughts and ideas coming fast and furious. I felt guided to write the blogs and stories I have written.  So much so, that many times I was awakened in the early morning hours compelled to journal my stories. The angel Gordie, my brothers dear friend, opened the door and guided me through. He welcomed me to the purpose of my life. The dream stays with me today and the feeling it evoked warms my heart. For you see, there are angels among us. They do bring great news and tidings of joy. I have shared the dream with a few close friends and now I share it with you. The world between reality and the veiled life within our soul is sheer and sometimes we are able to pierce through for brief moments in time to see our purpose and meaning. Other times, departed loved ones guide the way. They are angels among us and I have been blessed with the experience, the invitation to see what might possibly lie ahead. I had a dream, a beautiful dream that awakened me to living my life purpose.

This blog is dedicated to my angels mother, Marianne. I have wanted to share this story with you for a very long time. So glad I did.     



Angels Among Us

Sunday Angel

This is one of those stories where on an ordinary day, a day not unlike most others, you experience an angel in your midst. From out of nowhere they come forth to change the circumstance of your day, to brighten the skies gray and dim, to deliver a message of hope or inspiration, to simply smile and acknowledge your presence. Most times to bestow a gift. Regardless of the way in which they come into your life and the impact felt or the change that is made, you know and understand that this indeed is an angel sent to bring light into your world.  Angels come in all shapes and sizes. Their connection to your soul undeniable. A blessing.

Sunday was an ordinary day which held an ordinary plan for ordinary events to be carried out. Events such as completing chores and purchasing items. You know, the hub bub of daily life. But, life sometimes has other plans and circumstances can change abruptly refocusing our days direction. In an instant, coming out of left field, the days events, mood, pace and calm can come to an end. Having learned the art of letting go and accepting this unforeseen change, I set off in new directions searching for the sunshine amid the early morning haze. Along the drive, fields barren from the lingering winter were beginning to be lit with the morning sun. Geese pecking at the frozen ground were barely visible upon the leftover strands of wheat shafts still frozen upright on fields of burnt umber. The crows have returned to this still barren land and catch my eye with their black against the blue sky. The sun is rising higher and I am surrounded by warmth. My mind drifts to the earlier events of the morning. I feel my body tense against my breath which longs to deeply enter my lungs. I purposely unclench my jaw and relax my shoulders. I make the conscious effort to change my thoughts and let it all go. Flow with the river, I tell myself. They are comforting words.

I have important tasks to complete today despite the earlier disruptions to my day. One such task is to purchase new tires, my winter tires still hugging the road, as the weather is steadily becoming warmer in my corner of the world. As I interact with the knowledgeable young woman assisting me, I am impressed with the way she navigates in this mechanical world in which she works. Her coveralls only add to her cheerful disposition amid the scents and smells of rubber and grease. I am quickly on my way. I pick up a couple of items I need for home and look for a shorter checkout line. I feel my stomach rumbling and realize I am hungry but, not really wanting to take time out for a quick bite. I will wait, I convince myself. All of a sudden a woman approaches me and exclaims, ” I love your glasses!” She is bright with smiles and tattoos and quirky hair but, her sparkle is undeniable. She is the woman in front of me in line, I realize finally, as she offers to let me go ahead of her having just two items in my hands. I thank her for the kind offer and decline informing her that today I am just “chillin” as the saying goes and am in no hurry at all. She likes my response about the “chillin” and we begin to converse. We talk about glasses, optometrists, her move into the area, the difficulty in finding good service providers, you know, everyday sort of stuff. Nothing very deep just light and easy. Her mood is contagious, uplifting. Her energy undeniable. I realize I am hungry after all, throw caution to the wind and decide on an ice cream cone, despite my slightly elevated cholesterol levels. As I wait in line, she, the lady with the bright smile, slips in front of me alongside her son who is saving a place for her. We continue to laugh and talk almost oblivious to the other people surrounding us. She notices I order an ice cream cone and exclaims with glee, “are you getting dessert first” and before I can reply she says,”So am I! What a great idea!” and proceeds to order her ice cream too. She turns to thank me because she says that I have helped her in so many ways today. And then, she pays for my ice cream. I tell her how kind she is and thank her. I am once again on my way with footsteps lighter, breath softer, a smile in my heart.

I helped her! But, oh how she has helped me. Eating my ice cream I barely remember her face or the sound of her voice. I do remember her quirky hair! And I definitely remember the lightness and sunshine she imprinted on my soul. I never even asked her name and she did not ask for mine. How can anyone doubt there are angels among us. They come when we need them most, when our souls need to be replenished, when we thirst, when our hands and hearts need a squeeze. When we simply need something. There are angels among us and we are asked to take a moment, to acknowledge their presence in the most extraordinary souls that step into our day.  I do not think angels come with trumpeting horns, thunder and lightening. I do not think they arrive in chariots driven by white horses and unicorns but, I guess they could.  Angels arrive quietly, unassuming with all the energy of the Universe contained for the purpose of bringing us a gift.  Take the time to search for the feathers they may have left behind.  Those feathers let you know you have an angel watching over you. Those feathers caress your soul. Thank you Sunday Angel for brightening my day.

Angels Feathers and Stones

“Souls cannot be compared for their beauty lies behind the veil. To do so would deny the mystery contained within the downy softness of white light and feathers.” – Christine Wasnie

An angel was sent to earth to learn the lessons of the stones. Stones! What lessons could possibly be held in stones? Then let me begin my story. An angel came down from heaven to earth agreeing there was one remaining lesson the angel must learn before being able to spend the rest of time doing good works in heaven. The angel, eager to begin the earthy journey, prepared for the flight back down to earth. Before leaving God asked for a meeting with the angel to prepare for the journey and bestow a gift. The angel waited patiently to be summoned into the meeting. Finally, the angel heard its name being called deep down from the depths of its soul. The angel entered the meeting room aglow with warmth and light, love and well-being.

Entering the meeting room the angel saw a table laid bare, a brown tattered and worn leather bag with a long strap resting gently upon it. The angel was instructed to pick up the bag and place it around its neck. The angel followed the instructions given but, the bag was very heavy and cumbersome placing great weight against the back, neck and shoulders. The angel asked God, “What is in this bag and why must I carry it around my neck?” “The bag contains five round stones, each lessons you must learn while on earth. Once the lessons have been learned and your bag empty you can then return to heaven” replied God, wishing the angel well on its journey. The angel prepared to leave heaven for earth looking into the leather bag ensuring that it did indeed contain five stones. In the angels hurry and excitement a small matter was overlooked. The angel forgot to re-clasp the bag shut. Wings soft and white spread open the angel began the decent. Suddenly, one of the stones slipped free from the bag and flew right through one wing leaving a rather large hole and damage to the surrounding feathers.

Landing not so gently upon the earth, the angel realized the weight around its neck had eased somewhat with one less stone. The angel began walking soon becoming parched under the summer sun. The angel came upon a well but, no pail or cup could be found nearby to retrieve the water within the well. The water was just a bit far out of the angels reach as it bent over the side trying to cup the water within its hands. The angel had an idea. I will drop one of my stones into the well and the water will rise just enough so that I may cup my hands and drink from the well. And in dropping one of the stones taken from the leather pouch, the water rose just that much. The angel drank the cool fresh water refreshed and renewed.  The load around the angels neck once again lighter, it carried on its way.

Hungry the angel noticed a fruit tree not far ahead. As the angel approached the tree it noticed the fruit was growing towards the very top branches. The land surrounding the tree barren, the angel removed a stone from the pouch placing it upon the ground near the tree. Stepping upon the stone and jumping upwards several times the angel was able to reach the beautiful fruit and eat. The weight of the bag lighter, the angel carried on. Along the journey the angel began to notice feathers white and soft strewn along side the path. Stooping to retrieve the feathers the angel placed them gently inside the worn leather bag, reminding of parts lost in the decent to earth. Feathers caressing softly the emotions of the heart.

Tired the angel searched for shelter along the road. Coming upon a mason building a house of stones the angel stopped and noticed a hole in the wall of the home. Approaching the mason tired and worn, the angel asked why a hole remained in the wall. The mason replied, ” I have used every stone available within ten miles. There is not another to be found nearby that I have the strength to carry to complete my house.” Reaching into the sack the angel produced a stone just large enough to fill the hole and complete the masons house. Overjoyed the mason invited the angel inside to sleep and rest for the night. Curling wings around, the angel slept soundly beside a warm fire, the wound in its wing allowing in a little more warmth from the fire.

The angel awakened in the early dawn of light grateful for having found water to drink, food to eat, safe housing to sleep. Continuing on realizing the bag now contained one last stone, the journey nearing the end. Walking steadily, the angel came upon an old wooden bridge, rotten and falling, secured with tattered twine, fraying. With wings still wounded the angel was aware crossing the bridge would come with risk, fear of falling, of harm, of death. The angel sat and pondered in quiet contemplation asking for guidance. Laying down the last stone and removing the bag, the angel took from the bag the white feathers found along the way. Repairing the wounded wing the angel set forth across the bridge with faith, hope and knowing. The angel crossed over to the other side, lighter, having learned the lessons set upon the map imprinted on the soul. Wings renewed, flying higher, the decent easier, home at last.


This is storytelling filled with morals and values and life lessons. The stones represent burdens we must lay down in our lifetime and the reasons why our lives are enriched because we choose to lighten our loads, easing the pain and aches piercing our hearts. Walking our path and learning the lessons along the way. The lessons in this story are yours to discover, explore and learn if you so choose. If they are not your lessons, then I hope you enjoyed the story of Angels, Feathers and Stones. I am filled with gratitude for Mona who brought to light the feathers in this story. My wish for everyone this Christmas Season is to lay down your stones and celebrate the beautiful soul you were brought here to be. Repair your soul with white light and feathers, the love of family and friends and the warmth of giving.