If only bees, butterflies, flowers and trees could talk. Many scientists think they communicate for sure. Do they experience some form of hopeful instinct to keep going through global warming? Do they see angels?

There are angels everywhere in the fictitious novels I write in the Mystic Bay Series. But today as we face the coronavirus pandemic, I find myself praying to God and the angels without ceasing for our families, friends, and the world. In my mind I’m forever  sending angels to my children and grandchildren who don’t live near me. I send angels to protect my friends who are ill. I send angels from my heart and mind, healing angels as a never ending prayer. One of the quotes I try to live by is,” Fear comes to the door and faith answers it.” Sending prayerful thoughts of healing to the whole world has power. Millions believe there is spiritual healing energy in prayers.

It’s spring and the  promise of flowers blooming and bees and butterflies flying is real. As I breathe in the essence of flowers and new mown grass, I imagine the world becoming a more enlightened place. For every year there is an awakening of Mother Earth. We can help her heal by sending loving prayers to the earth, the ill, and every medical professional and scientist trying to end this nightmare.

 The sun will shine, the moon will cast a  glow and the winter of the pandemic will eventually leave. During this difficult time it came to me to write a memoir of my life as a Special Education teacher. Each and every one of my students inspired me to become a better human being. I’m convinced there are angels on earth for I know I met an angel once and that meeting has forever changed me.  I will write with faith and hope a story that needs to be  told,  my memoir, The Angels On The Writers’ Shoulders.