Need a Little Angel Sitting on My Shoulder

....and not just my shoulder. Need a little winged force of light perched on a couple of other very important shoulders, too. A tiny, pretty, strong, smart, resourceful guardian with beating wings and a beating heart who will not be swayed from her perch. She looks dainty but her will is anything but. Her halo is made of steel.

I really, really, really do need her there, to watch when I can't, to guide through rough patches. To help me, and others, keep the faith.

Had a scary dream today that I was driving to visit [my late] Aunt Claire in Dad's white car, the one we have now, and the steering wheel broke--split right through on the upper left. I was on a Connecticut highway and had to hurriedly hold it back together. Aunt Claire was waiting--she had made ravioli for dinner, and now it was already 9 P.M. It was terrifying. I had to steer the car with the wheel in two pieces, its steady guidance gone. Core completely off-kilter. The wheel had fluttery ribbons around it in other places, where Dad had cleverly mended it in his DIY way.

In the dream, I called Sis on the phone and told her how scared I was, crying to her. She was calm and kind. Guess I somehow held it together, as I was able to make the call. Figgy and her friend, A., were also with me, and I was panicked about their safety.

Good night.