"I hovered overhead just below the ceiling.
I held my breath and watched."
Alice Jamieson
The comfort found within the church offered me a sense of safety. Escaping into the stained glass windows, entering into the flicker of the candle flame or inhaling the aroma of incense, provided me with relief. Then, I was beckoned to move on.
To be in the midst of trees or wading in water restored my soul to normalcy. It offered a reprieve from worldly things I could not understand nor control. In time, writing in a journal offered immediate departure and an outlet for my troubled soul.
Spirit, Nature, and Creativity propelled me forward to trusting other realms. Instead of hovering just below the ceiling, I was able to fly up into the sky, watching and waiting for the trauma to end. These experiences offered an awareness of other worldly entities and creative ways to cope.
