The Angels have been whispering into my ear for sometime now.  I hear them, but have not acted on their advice, perhaps from fear, or perhaps I am too tired to face the inevitable.

There is a place I go to walk because it reminds me of Cape Cod, where I grew up. It is a beautiful lowland walk that meanders between the lush green marsh and the pine tree woods.  It is a well trodden path, I have never been where I have not passed at least one other person.  It is a wide trail that opens out onto a small beach onto the bay that expands until the shore on the other side is engulfed by houses.

          It is my time of reflection and although I do share pleasantries with other people, I like my solitude.  I feel closer to God, his Angels and the spirits of my departed loved ones walking in nature. 

          The beach is a mile out, as I approached, I saw a young woman standing there and immediately recognized her as my son’s former yoga instructor. I have not seen her in months.   She is a vibrant individual, loud and boisterous and very very spiritual.  She makes you laugh despite life itself. It was one of those moments when I needed to hear something and she was the vehicle from which the words spilt forth.

“You must tell him, you must tell him how you feel!” Simple words, from the tongues of humans and Angels, the words of encouragement and truth.

 My fear had wrapped itself so tightly around me that the words could not escape.  The words I knew I desperately needed to speak, from my heart.  The words that had been choked up inside my throat for months, which needed release.  The Angels have been gently prodding me along and now the truth of their whisperings floated about the mist of the marshland.   Whisperings I could no longer ignore.

She and I are kindred spirits in our personal lives, she had already spoken her truth and to see her standing there happy and unscathed gave me courage to face my own demons that have been screaming at me for months.

          As we parted ways she said no less than three times, “I love you!” It was a statement of friendship, kinship, humanity and spirit all rolled into those three little words.  I replied, “I love you too!” And I meant it. I don’t see her often enough, but I know that bonds of friendship are not derived from time spent but rather from energy shared.

          I was thankful my solitude was broken, and a moment of friendship exchanged, and the words were spoken that I need to hear. I do believe sometimes the Angels speak to us through other people when we cannot hear what they have been whispering to us for so long.