Glimpse of the Holy

One of the privileges of being a mother is that one has an inside line to Spirit. 

Not just the random feelings of spirituality that people experience during euphoric experiences or the faded notes of casual holiness one might experience while singing worship songs during church. 

Occasionally, 

One actually gets to see 

SPIRIT. 

Children are, especially as they are becoming verbal, able to express the language of SPIRIT in its purest form. They aren't yet marred by the constraints of this world, and their souls still remember the language of the ONE who Gave them. . . . (do you hear that?)  

Gave Them

breath

hope

love

spirit

life

GOD

life

spirit

love

hope

breath

I had a GLIMPSE of GOD today. 

Because children still know. 

LOVE the 

I AM.

I was sitting on the floor reading a book to my Graciela (someday, I will tell HER story)

and she looked up at the wall, 

and waved.

waved

I stopped. 

What? Who--What--did she just see?

I asked, "Who were you waving at?"

"Just that thing."

"What thing?" Was it happy?"

"Yes."

"What was it?"

"It was Gjhwanna."

(There are truly no letters to describe this sound. The first 'note' is kind of breathing through a "G" sound. It's the closest I've come.)

"What is Gjhwanna?"

(she looks at me like I am seriously nucking futz and she is about to send an FMLA note to my boss about how crazy I am)

"It's GJHWANNA! You know. Your Angel."

Uh. 

My Angel.

ANGEL. 

(if it's possible for souls to have a rhythm, mine just skipped a beat)

"What's Gjhwanna look like?"

(Shrugs.)

"I don't know. A Angel."

(DER)

Did I know this once? Have I see my angel before? 

Once? Did I know who this being is? And how close I am--every moment--to the much larger, much more focused, much more HOLY, reality?

When I was small?

did i KNOW?

THIS IS HOLY

AND I AM IN  AWE.

GOD WITH US.

selah