The long workday has ended, nourished my body with food, and then I receive a gift. While relaxed and sitting leisurely, I see warm glows of light, shimmering colors of gold and blue, with high frequencies of love. I feel the warmth of the glow, a connection that cannot be described with words, but felt by my inner soul. I have experienced this before, but each time it feels new. I read with a smile, feel the gentle nudges of sleep washing over. I sing a song, offer a soothing hug and kiss, bless the soul and say goodnight. I love my children. The golden hour of bedtime is a magical time.
