Sometimes I wonder if I am mad to believe in angels, healing, intuition and all that jazz. Crazy to believe it and to act on it. To quit my job, thinking I could become a writer and healer. But anything is possible when it's meant to be.
The past week I've been having doubts. Sometimes it's like a bucket of cold water falling on me. I keep calling on Archangel Jophiel to lift my spirits and keep me forward-facing. Fear is an illusion we can do without.
I am doing my best to stay grounded, move forward and have faith. And wouldn't it be nice if magic were real? Not in the Disney sort of way, but in a co-creator with the Universe way. Maybe its about seeing our fears for what they are - an illusion - and seeing life for what it can be.