When I left Edmonton it was beginning to snow storm. It was almost a whiteout. I felt trepidation.
But then the plane became green and reborn again like Green Man! It was like angels descended and saved the plane.
Taking off was crazy wild. I prayed. and up and up we went.
and as i looked at the wing go from deathly winter white to green new life to clear blue, i thought of angel wings and how many angels had helped us get up in the air and safely on our way home.
and demanded my infinite gratitude for so how many everyday people just doing their job – the mechanics, the de-icers, the engineers, the pilots, the manufacturers, the controllers, the attendants – were my celestial angels.
that take us into the forever fold of mother nature, father sky, and mystery night
holy, holy, holy