Bubbles and Butterflies

Sunday morning I awoke to one glorious day. They have been few and far between recently. I took the dog outside and had my morning cup of coffee whilst she ate her breakfast, staring at the clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. I did something out of the ordinary. I asked ever so politely for my angels to send me a sign they were with me. Something I have never really asked for before. I waited and waited. Nothing. I decided it was just not going to happen this day and went about my morning slightly crushed.

I've always had a fascination of bubbles. I love bubbles. I love their fragility. I love watching them float into the air, and always bursting before they can go too high. So precious. Yes, I'm an adult, but I believe I have a very good balance with my inner child. So on this clear late morning, I decided I needed to blow some bubbles outside. I stood in awe as I watched these bubbles float higher than I've ever seen bubbles fly before. Something so simple was taking my breath away. 

Then came the butterflies. They were the most magnificent butterflies I've seen in quite some time. Black as night, with the most amazing blue and purple markings on their delicate wings. My angels had blessed me. 

I believe that sometimes when we want something so much, we inadvertently block ourselves from seeing the small gifts that heaven sends us. Something so simple can be the greatest comfort.

Find your inner child. Play with him or her. Twirl in the sun. Splash in the puddles. Let them feel your love and freedom. And when you least expect it, that little glimpse of heaven will appear. 

And never forget the moment when it does.

Love and Light xo