Do you believe in Earth Angels?
After years of pain and trauma, I heard my soul whisper ~ You need to write your story! Upset at the prospect of facing my pain I ignored the whispering of my soul. The whispers were not stilled however and continued to invite me …write your story. Distressed at the thought of sharing my pain with the world I again ignored the message, but how do you hide from your own soul?
Still the message swept across my heart like a gentle breeze entreating me to listen, unsettling me as I tried to hide from my past. Reaching deep within the words tapped on the locked door of my past forcing me to ask . Why should I write my story I am not famous or an intellectual ! I am just an ordinary person. It is your very ordinariness that will help others relied the reassuring whisper of my soul.
Unable to find a way to deny the idea of helping others I began to write…
Tentative, nervous fingers danced on the unfamiliar keyboard as I tasted the sweet sensation of writing. Driven by an inner voice to write my story, I was at a loss as to how to begin. Afraid that, just as a thief in the night invades sacred spaces in another’s private world, the written word would seep into my raw wounds, pry open the hidden pain and delve deeply into a soul lost to itself. Like heavy raindrops words appeared, one by one, drop by drop. Each raindrop a fractured tear shattering around me but nobody hears …
Remembering was so painful at times I wanted to give up the attempt to write. One day as I stood on high upon a clifftop overlooking the ocean five pelican fly overheard. Pelicans are one of my favourite birds so I was delighted to see them. As they flew out to sea I enjoyed the grace of their flight. To my surprise and delight one Pelican broke away from the group and flew back. The beautiful Pelican began to circle above me. Overjoy to see such this glorious creature so close I clapped in joy. The Pelican continued to circle above coming closer and closer each time. So excited was I that I chapped even louder. My clapping caught the attention of onlookers who were enjoying the Pelican too. Still the beautiful bird circled closer. I cried out to him. Thank you Pelican for sharing your beauty with me! On his final flight he flew so close we locked eyes. As I looked into the eyes of this magnificent bird my body tingled in understanding , the Pelican and I were now one. He had given me the gift of BELIEF.
When I returned home I discovered the spiritual meaning of Pelican ~ Rising above life’s trials ~ Pelican’s message was perfect for me. When I was in distress or filled with self doubt about my writing a Pelican would appear to encourage me to continue.
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There are Earth Angels out there ready to guide you on your journey . ~ Blessing Pauline