Gifts
Humming, stroking tree bark, fingering deep green ferns. Light
sparkling through leaves! Before words, I know Divine Love, wrapped in
blessings and hope. I gaze about noting the bright rays surrounding each living
thing. I see subtly colored beings, small. They pause and gaze back at me. The
wee folk, we are friends. When young, I called the lights sparkies. I thought
everyone saw sparkies. I thought everyone saw the shimmering lights. Surely if
I saw out of my eyes, others can see in!
In adulthood I discover this is not true. I learn about
auras, mystic traditions, and energy patterns. Once upon a time I shared these
experiences. They are supposed to be blessings! Many humans are afraid of what
they perceive as UNKNOWNS. I no longer share spontaneously what I observe in
the air.
I use these gifts to acknowledge gifts in others. I use the
colors emanating from people to offer compassion. ‘You seem sad. May I listen?’
I bounce humor, juxtaposing flamboyant colors with words:
‘How are you enjoying all this cold and snow?’
‘Can’t wait for Spring!’
‘Me too! I put plastic flamingos all along the 4 foot snow
banks in my yard!’
Learning to use my gift of Insight to help people smile is a
miracle.
March 2, 2014
