Life

The month of August should had started right, but it didn’t, and the relentless heat of end of summer is a dark butterfly with a demon name—Acheron.  My feet walk on mud, my heart has been entombed—confined to fear and disquiet-ness of the soul. But we’re fine.  All is well.

The night before we left on our Florida vacation I went for a late walk around the neighborhood. Pastry-goodness evening fragrances, burnt orange skies at the dying of day; when the last light shines faintly over a terracotta color world for just a few moments, before turning from dark pink to cerulean black to the darkest black. 

It was a different kind of a walk; infrequent and wonderful and full of those mysterious graces, hardly ever felt on a typical daylight walk.  My soul felt delimited by a strange sense of peacefulness, as silence gently unfolded upon the world.  Not a sound, not a bird to coo the night away.  The streets, emptied of mundane sounds and people felt warm and cozy under the end of July summer breezes.  Until all of a sudden, it felt as if I was walking on sacred ground and I could see, or sense, the presence of angels all around on soaring wings… angels hovering above our quieted neighborhood, above softly illuminated houses and above my head in a hush of glory and supervision of the mortals…

Two days later, on the second day of August, my long-life friend, companion and my dear Fisherman suffered a heart attack as we were driving the Florida roads to meet my sister and her husband. We barely made it on time to save his life; and it could had not been a more providential episode as my sister, who works on the medical field knew exactly what to do, the hospital only minutes away, he was lifted by helicopter to the nearer heart hospital where amazing doctors were already waiting for him.  “A widow-maker”, they said it was, but he had angels all around him, and miraculously, even his heart didn’t suffer much.  He’s on the way to mending himself to health and a better way of life through diet and medical care.  We are home.  We rest in the knowledge and faith that we dwell in the shelter of the Most High and rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  I’ve been living some stressful times for a while now, but the LORD is our refuge and fortress, and in whom I trust.

Always good to see you around friend!

Blessed be!