My latest novella, New Angel In Town, as in all my ten books, is filled with messages from heaven. These messages of my own or told to me from family, friends and people I meet at book fairs, keeps me resilient and writing onward. The following recent story is one of my own.
On my late daughter, Kate’s birthday, a while ago heaven sent me a message. Was it from Kate or the angels who I trust are near me each day? In the house I lived in for twenty one years after she passed away, geese would fly over head each day. I would go outside loving the sound of their calling to each other. I loved their joy in the way they formed a perfect v. There was always a straggler, a goose that had to catch up as if he or she was a child on a schoolyard catching up to his friends. I would always count the number flying over head. Why? I wanted them to reach the number seventeen for that was Kate’s birthday date. Once in a while there would be seventeen geese and I would feel they had been sent to me to remember my joy at being her mother.
Recently, on the week of Kate’s birthday, while looking at the sky in my new backyard, there they were again very high in the sky. Amazingly, I’ve never seen them above this house I’ve lived in for a few years because there are no lakes near our home. But there they were greeting me high, closer to heaven as they moved towards a lake somewhere. Seventeen of them graced the air in perfect formation. As always there the straggler was catching up to the others.
I receive so many messages from heaven and the angels. Nature’s beauty surrounds us. I write about kindness and love, about thwarting bullies and helping others. I know I write with help from above. Maybe my writing can help others see the world as I do. There is profound heavenly strength in love and kindness. These are the foundations to awaken the spirit. Loving and helping others keeps my own humble life moving forward toward joy. Everyday I find signs filled with love like me running out of my back door again in total surprise to watch the majesty of geese flying overhead. In my latest novel the eight angels of Mystic Bay fly forming a perfect v as they fly to help a family somewhere in need.




