The Angel in My Dreams
Growing up, I remember hearing about angels in bible stories. Men-like beings who came to earth in a time of need or to deliver a message. In pictures, they stood tall, masculine with white flowing gowns to match their ashen flowing hair. They were quiet in God's presence, soft-spoken and direct in ours. Not verbally passionate--that was God, himself. I knew they existed in my mother's prayers and kept me safe from the dangers she thought I was in (and possibly rightfully so). They gave me comfort, but to be honest, I didn't give them much thought. When I was pregnant with my first child, I spent months of research trying to figure out the best way to be a parent and even just have the baby. My now-ex and I opted for a more natural approach, and where we couldn't afford a midwife, we were able to afford one midwife's hypno-birthing classes. In general, I'm not much of a fan of hypnosis. A skeptic, rather. I also tend to stay away from substances that take contr...