In awe...

Sometimes I am in awe of how the angels choose to communicate with us.

I was working in my mother’s garden, my hands deep in the soil, planting a perennial called Royal Candles. After settling it into place, I covered the roots and gently pressed the earth back down to protect it.

As I smoothed the soil, I felt something hard beneath my hand.

My fingers uncovered a small, polished rose quartz crystal.

At that exact moment, the sun slipped out from behind the clouds.

I paused.

Grateful.
Humbled.

I knew I had never placed crystals in that part of her garden before.

It felt like a gift.

A quiet reminder that we are cared for in ways we don’t always see.

What we believe, manifests.

(picture of that crystal below)