Angel of death

19 April

Call it a coincidence, but it happened again.

I am back to translating the book after 10 days of not a line. Just started the chapter about Angel of death and Lorna crying over a colleague, who is due to die, but does not have a clue about it.

And… at the same time I am chatting in Skype with a friend of mine who has a birthday today, but she’s not in a mood. I tried to cheer her up and she shared that it’s not her birthday that makes her sad, but her grandfather's condition, who is in the hospital. She’s worried about him, because she cares and feels quite attached to him.

Guided by the book, by an article read a couple of hours earlier I tried to make her feel better. I hope I really did manage to do it.

I told her instead of worrying about her grandfather to imagine all the good moments they had and to wish and image more that they will have ahead. To take these positive thoughts and send them like a wave of good energy towards her granddad hoping that he will be better off soon.

I really hope that her grandpa will be better and she’ll smile again. She’s a lovely person and her face lightens up when she’s smiling.

Hey people, think about it! Think positive instead of drowning in your sad thoughts. Wish for the good to come! It will, if the wish comes from the bottom of your heart.

Snow

8th March


Lorna Byrne describes the angels as snowflakes and how every man can fill in his or her palms and pockets with them, to carry the angels everywhere with oneself and to remember that he or she is never alone.

It's 8th March today, the sun was shining and suddenly a snow storm came up with thousands and thousands of snow flakes swirling in the air and falling thick on the ground. Like Granny March has decided to beat the dust out of her winter duvet and thousands of feathers are floating above the earth. A white fairy dancing with the wind blasts.

Winter scenery matching the translation that is pouring out of my fingers.