When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.

I have been promising my mom for quite sometime that I would continue the story “The Quest” (The prologue can be found in my March 4th entry) . When she read it she fell in love with my heroine. At the time that I wrote that, I couldn’t see the ending. Now I can see it clearly. I am well into the first chapter and I have given it to a few people to read. They are chomping at the bit to see how the perils of Kiya (my feisty little sprite) will evolve to her determine her deliverance or her destruction. Time will tell.

I appreciate their feed back. My mom makes a great proof reader. There are a few other projects that surround this, but every thing in it’s own time. It certainly makes life exciting. It would be nice if I could twitch my nose and all my ideas would be magically transferred into text. But then again, going through all the labor and being able to look back at ones accomplishments, are the things that makes life worth while. I prefer the challenges. Too many take the easy road, God bless ‘em. Like the old saying goes, “If it was easy, everyone would be doing it.” It’s having the gumption to go after the things that we want out of life. To take the road less traveled.

I saw the most amazing thing yesterday. If I hadn’t seen it, I would have never believed it. My Hannah is a sweet gentle soul. She has that little feisty streak in her as well, but that is just an inherited trait. She was playing on the porch in front of the house and butterflies started flying around her. She held up one hand, and a beautiful orange and black butterfly landed on her finger. She sported that butterfly for at least an hour. She even skateboarded with it gripping to her finger.

Every time that she tried to put the butterfly down, it would crawl to the back of her hand and cling there. When she went back to playing, it would crawl back to the tip of her finger. It sort of reminded me of the scene from Titanic where Jack and Rose stood at the very tip of the ship, facing the wind and the mist of the sea, embracing the elements and life, enjoying each others company.

She looked like a little wood nymph, long blonde hair swirling around her face, running, dancing and laughing in the sun with her new found friend. It was an absolutely precious sight. Cait and I both watched her for the longest time, in awe of the scene. All she needed was pointed ears and gossamer wings to finish off the image.

She asked if we had a container that she could keep the butterfly in. I told her that the butterfly was a wild creature, and it would die if she tried to contain it. She needed to enjoy the time that she had with it, then hold the memory of that time dear in her heart forever.

When Hannah was very young and for many years, she had a guardian angel that visited her. She knew all the details of her guardians existence through conversations that she had with her during those times. She would tell my mom and Stinky Vixen all about her. As I thought more about the butterfly, I wondered about Hannah’s guardian angel. So I asked her about it because she hadn‘t mentioned her in quite sometime.

She grew quiet and started crying. She had a look in her eyes, like someone that had been reminded of a long lost friend, that they missed desperately. She couldn’t explain the tears, but I think I understand them anyway.

Every time that an infant cries in its sleep, it is relinquishing a memory of Heaven. It is letting go of a memory of the safe haven from whence it came. The further that we get into adulthood, we leave more and more of the divine behind us. Love, hope, faith, trust, become just words. We pick up new ones; jaded, cynical, contemptuous, skeptical.

Everyone is born with a light, one that shines brightly when we enter this world. Some tend their flame with great care. Others, allow it to be extinguished. They can’t stand against the winds of adversity that blow against us. They stumble in the darkness, lost and alone. Some envy the lights that they see, and not knowing how to rekindle their own, think they can steal another’s light. It doesn’t work that way. Ones light shines from within, not from without.

My pups have felt the winds of adversity. Their lights continue to shine brightly, in a dark and pessimistic world. Faith lights our path. A moth (or the afore mentioned butterfly) is drawn to the warmth of the flame. Tend your flame diligently and trim your wicks carefully.

Wishing You love, light, warmth, and a plethora of butterflies.

Til next time...Love, sassy v 

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Go Light Your World~ Kathy Troccoli