…floating

…12:45am-

clothes to dry- but sometimes i feel afraid, naturally so- as the dryer resides in my garage, and its’ door can be so easily lifted from the outside- so anyone with the most unkind of intentions, could be awaiting me once inside-

so each time i open the door that leads to it, i am slightly unsettled- especially when the sun has fallen-

but tonight the angels embraced my spirit-

oh did i feel safe- and the human side that still held the smallest of worry was even comforted- they knew.

“oh my darling”, i felt them whisper- “no harm can come to you- can’t you see, can’t you feel; the home is floating- so the ground doesn’t even have you now”-

and i smiled in the most beautiful mustard seed of faith moment; because indeed; i could picture a multitude of angels completely surrounding my home; hands held- and the energy amongst them; had me, the home itself, all of my fears, my beautiful sleeping boy, and even my rabbit ‘king bailey’…

floating,

floating,

…floating-

kb.

‘truth’