The other day I wrote the scrich of the Whisper of what cannot be taken. This weekend, possibly knowing I don’t have a good memory and/or I tend to be hard of hearing, the Whisper returned. It was sunset and I looked up at the clouds and there they were. Cloud candles.

Neurobiological research has clearly proven that looking up and seeing unboxed space calms our nervous systems. Science. Science of our hardwiring. But the Whisper always goes to the heart. In our world today, “Show me the way” has become my mantra. Perhaps my plea. Perhaps my desperate cry. No matter, the message was received. And the Whisper, “Look up and out Little One. I’ve marked the way.“

Yes, so much mayhem, confusion, well, you pick your adjectives and verbs. But as I watched the cloud candles dance…. know I left a flame for you, that you may find your cloud candles.

I’ll leave the light on…. maybe not perfectly, but know it’s there.