Treasured

God obviously loves me a lot!

Why else have events unfolded with

Such drama in my. Life?

If I am spared this misery, can I finally show my angel wings?

Angel wings, a memory.

Early morning beach combing by myself or with my mom and Pani Jo.

How many angel wings I had found in the sand and have treasured.

This is my story:

I have always found the divine in everything.

If only I could open. Other’s hearts, ears snd eyes so they too can see the treasures of the divine at their feet.