There are moments in life when the veil between seen and unseen feels impossibly thin—when we sense something beyond thought, beyond form, beyond what words can hold.
During a session with a dear friend, I was transported back to the river where I grew up, nestled deep in the forests of Luxembourg. And there she was—my inner child. Sitting by the water’s edge, knees hugged to her chest. She looked so small, so alone. And yet… there was something else. A quiet happiness. A paradox I have carried with me for years.
Loneliness has always been a gentle undercurrent in my life. Even surrounded by love, by connection, it lingers—a familiar thread woven through time.
And then, suddenly, something unexpected. A presence. A whisper. An angel.
I don’t know what it meant, only that I felt it. A sense of being held, seen, known.
Eckhart Tolle once said, “An angel is the thought of God.” Maybe that’s true. Maybe angels aren’t winged figures in golden light, but the quiet moments when we slip out of the mind and into pure presence. When we soften into the deep knowing that we are never truly alone. That something—call it love, divinity, the universe—is always holding us.
Maybe you’ve felt it, too. A brush of warmth when you needed it most. A whisper that arrived at just the right time. A feeling of peace that made no sense but was undeniable.
If you’ve ever felt an angel near, I’d love to hear. Drop your story in the comments below, or simply hold it close to your heart.
And if you’re seeking a space where the unseen is honored, where presence is felt, and where you are deeply held—our Slow Secrets Tribe is waiting for you. 💫
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