Staatenlos

Having exchanged hands several times before I landed safely into the arms of my adopted parents, there is no doubt whatsoever that it was all divinely choreographed. I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be. Unfortunately, the trauma and turmoil that was to plague my life didn’t end in those loving arms. I’ve endured much suffering, shed a boatload of tears and climbed countless walls in the years that followed,  until one day I declared, “I don’t do walls any more.”

That’s not to say I don’t still wrestle with melancholy all too frequently, but never to the extent I’d experienced before that day. Rebuking the demons I continue to battle both internally & externally, I’ve learned to recognize my angels. Some are known, others remain nameless.

Some of my angels are steadfast and loyal and help guard both my body & spirit. Some hold my hand and gently guide and encourage. Some run beside me up and down hills and valleys where we share occasional refreshment. Others simply nod or smile and bring light into my life.

If you are reading this, you’re probably one of them and I’d like to thank you from the depths of my heart. If you don’t think this describes you, I’d like to bless you somehow and help dust off your wings.