As March continued to roar in like a lion, I stepped into the park this morning and was embraced by beauty. Snowflakes, white and pure and eternal drifted my way. Though I was alone, I wasn’t.

For within each flake I felt millions of wings brush against my face–reminding me of those I know who are at the moment downtrodden and have hurdles to conquer. Some may be tiny, others immense, but all were angelic in nature.

As the flakes gathered together, they enhanced the reflection of harmony . . .

and illumination.

They brought Heaven down to earth . . .

and reminded me that even in the darkest hours I hope my friends remember that grace surrounds them.

May they find healing energy,

creativity,

and unwavering strength–both inner and outer.  Support is everywhere and often floats softly about while carrying a bigger presence.

May they realize they are surrounded by so many angels offering comfort, reassurance and encouragement,

while looking so ordinary that at times they may not be recognized.

May they maintain a sense of balance going forward,

and let the flakes soften any rough edges.

May they listen carefully . . .

and hear whispers in the breeze that I trust will tickle their beings.

May they hear the universe sing (or occasionally quack),

its song as sweet or maybe sweeter than that of the cardinal.

And at the end of the day, may they follow the tracks home, no matter how big . . .

or small.

May they continue to look up as the flakes fall and know that our friendship is a privilege I honor.

May we all recognize the angels among us, innocent and yet brilliant. Even on a days when a nor’easter blows through. Or especially then.

P.S. I was going to dedicate this post to Jin, and Tom, and Cris, and Bob, and Ronny, and Becky, and Bev, and Pammie, and Rosemary,  and so many others. I do dedicate it to them, but really–to everyone for I may not know what you face day in and day out. May you all persist and be strong.