Daily events: Angel dust

Leonardo da Vinci

I do believe there was an angel in my mists this morning.  I'm not even joking. She might literally have beamed straight from the hands of God directly into my life, sweeping off a small amount of angel dust on her way to sitting on a chair in front of me.  A beautiful woman, 79 years old, telling me of her delightful husband.  They have been married for 30 years.

Another one, I think.  Another woman with a happy marriage.  Sometimes it hurts to hear about that.

But then she tells me more. He wasn't the first.  He wasn't even the second.  This perfect husband of hers was her third husband.

And from her chair, she whispers truths of strength, truths of following your heart, truths of life beyond chaos and despair.

And after this angel left my presence, I literally walked with a light step, a happier heart, a touch of angel dust floating around me.