For years I have been writing what I call teaching stories. I enjoy writing them and people seem to benefit a great deal from them. I have decided that my next book will be all teaching stories.
Most of them were based on a woman I call the Grandmother. Recently I started writing a series of new stories and I was wondering if you, my readers would be interested in reading them.
So here is the beginning of one of them. If you’d like to hear more let me now and I will post the rest of the story.
Mary and the lie
I can’t really remember when I first started spending time just sitting in the back of churches, synagogues and cathedrals. I have learned so much about human nature by just sitting there in silence. I particularly like Greek or Russian Orthodox churches with the smell of incense and candles. Old women come and sit quietly, saying their prayers and talking to their God. It is so much easier to touch their spirit when they are already open. But I get ahead of myself.
My name is Mary. Some people think of me as the archetype of all mothers but I am just a soul like any other, made of love and filled with infinity, eternity, sometimes wise and other times filled with carefree abandon. I love to laugh and cry, sing and dance but most of all I like to share the gift of love and hope, of the limitless possibilities this universe holds and the fact that magic and miracles are part of our very nature.
When a person is in need I come to them and they see me as a woman. I seem familiar and most forget what I look like shortly after I am gone. What they remember is the love, the profound sense of connection, peace and the absolute certainty that everything will be alright. Their grief and fear disappear to be replaced with a love so big it is has the capacity to create worlds.
I have decided it is time to share some of my stories with you. Believe them or not, believe in me or not it matters little just open your heart a tiny bit and allow the words in, they will work their magic. They always do.
For some people a lie leaves their tongue as easily as words of love. They may not mean to lie but chances are early in life they learned to lie to protect themselves and they practiced until it became second nature. Then love faded, fear grew and their connection to their true nature dimmed until it was only the faintest of memories. Thankfully, eventually all lies lead back to freedom and love.
So this is a story about love lost and found, joy embraced and life lived fully. I met this young girl in the park and we played together many times before the magic was able to unfold completely.
It was a beautiful spring day. The flowers had just begun to bloom and the air was filled with the smell of renewed growth. The earthy smell of spring brought a smile to my face. I sat in the swing filled with gratitude and expectancy. I always know when a soul is in need but I am never quite sure how the story will unfold.
Her name was Grace and her friend was called Allen. I didn’t hear what was said but Allen left suddenly obviously filled with anger.
With love and aloha,
Angels are everywhere just open your mind and your heart to the signs.
Make Angels on
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