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.
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I’ve always wanted to write a children’s book but never in my wildest dreams thought I’d become an author of three novels let alone pen a lovely children’s book. But then a serendipitous moment arrived. An acquaintance read Town of Angels. She said, “You know, this story is so beautiful you need to write a children’s book with Angel Ken and the butterflies!” I was touched and pondered it for a few months yet I knew unfortunately, my artistic skills were limited to stick figures.
Let There Be Peace On Earth and Let It Begin With Me.
My twins Liz and Mike have been such treasures in my life. When I was writing my first novel, The Angel’s Daughter, Liz was in graduate school. An avid reader, she edited the first draft of my manuscript with a red pen. Her ability as an editor amazed me. On the plane going home from our visit she called me as I sat on the runway,”Mom, I saw a man running down the street with angel wings tattooed on his back. Make Sam’s character have angel wing tattoos!” Thus Sam, the despicable character as Hannah’s ex- boy friend and writing professor, was given large angel wing tattoos on his back which he proudly shows off in the novel on TV interviews.
I never saw Hank again since he moved when school was over. He did write me a letter the next year and I wrote him back. Years later I keep the tradition going of giving to children in need for Christmas.