…there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart. I’ll always be with you. [sic] – Pooh Bear
Quick Personal Story: I was racing down the sidewalk on my bright blue stingray. Panic flushed through my veins when I saw a tree root that cracked and raised the cement in front of me. I hit my brakes, but not in time. My skinny eight-year-old body sailed over the handle bars like a rag doll. I was scraped up with some deep gashes from head to toe.
I cried and limped my way home just down the block. We lived in a “fixer upper” duplex that looked like a weathered dollhouse. My nanny Esther shoved a piece of pan dulce (sweet bread) into my mouth and hoisted me onto the washing machine with a red bottle of mercurochrome and rolls of gauze in hand. As the hot tears rolled down my face, the bread began to work its magic and allay my incessant trembling.
Esther was wise. She knew I couldn’t watch her dress my seeping wounds and achieve any sense of calm. “Mira esa mariposa (check out that butterfly),” she redirected me to the large rectangular window that was the upper half of our laundry room door. As I looked outside and took a deep breath and fell into a trance. A voice that was not Esther’s whispered to me. “Look ahead. Imagine a few days from now. You’ll be laughing and playing with your sisters and climbing up your favorite fig tree.” I visualized the surreal merriment of Chinese jump rope and playing jacks with my friends, then peacefully lounging way up high on my sprawling tree. I lost connection with the stinging pain from the nasty gashes.
“Lista Mija,” Esther’s translation of “You’re all set Baby” gently returned me to her comforting smile. The celestial voice and encouraging visions vanished like popping thought bubbles. I was patched up and ready to roll. I was astonished as I blinked my big brown eyes at Esther. She lifted me off the washing machine with a cuddly bear hug. My tenny shoes hit the ground… “Go Play!” I made a beeline for my BFF fig tree.
Throughout my childhood, I listened for angels. And often when they visited, they gave me protection, healing, tools, and indescribable gems. And just as Pooh and the good Lord said, “I’ll always be with you.” Through happy, fearful, challenging, extraordinary, prayerful, and special times …they are.
To this day, they inspire me to write. My children’s book series and blogs are two blissful places that I love sharing with others. My first book, Light Riders: The Power of the Orbis was published on December 21, 2011 and is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com