“Love is how you earn your wings.” ~ Karen Goldman
Last night I lifted from my bed and took to the night sky. I flew the way that Auntie showed me. But last night I flew alone.
As the land fell away beneath me the air was soft and cool, and it smelled of coming rain and the sighs of the earth.
On I soared. There you were in your own bed, far below. Down I flew. I watched you, connected heart to heart. I heard your thoughts and felt the throb of your blood pulsing gently beneath your skin. I breathed love into you, and moved on.
House to house, heart to heart, on I flew.
Some of you, whose light burned too dim, I worked on you.
Some of you, whose light shone so bright, gave me reason to rejoice.
One of you had an extra tiny light in your Aura. A baby for you soon.
This work swells my heart so.
We are all frail and strong and beautiful. So ageless and so temporary.
What a privilege it is to work the night skies.
I woke this morning smiling.
I love you. All is well.
