When I wrote my new children’s book, When The Angel Sent Butterflies, it came from the heart and the miracle of seeing butterflies at the most serendipitous of moments. My late daughter, Kate at four years old, was for a brief time, afraid of bees. As I wrote the story I thought of butterflies as calming the character Kate’s fears as love is sent by Angel Ken with a wave of butterflies from his hands.
But really the synchronicity of it all seems angels, butterflies, and bees, all represent hope, joy and love to me. One of the favorite lines I ever wrote was not in one in my books. To one of my best friends who is fighting illness I wrote:
“Though thought to be fragile, butterfly’s wings are strong in the wind. They fly miles on angel wind.”
The strength of angels sending love through the flight of butterflies and bees gives me peace. This is part of the wondrous spiritual awakening in me
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My granddaughter Kate’s photo with a butterfly visiting last year.