When Darkeness Breathes...

XII What Beauty Means...

Regained Memory...continued...

My time in traction was scary. I was so young and I had to stay by myself. Both of my parents worked and I had a little brother by then. My mom was very busy. I remember lying there, they had a television for me to watch cartoons on. It was lonely.

I remember my grandmother coming one time. She brought me a stuffed doll and a hand knitted purse. I had that purse for years afterward. It was a good memory. A good thought. But I laid there day after day, my legs extended into the air. In pain and uncomfortable. So tired.

It was after awhile, that something strange and amazing happened. I awoke in the middle of the night to a bright, glowing golden glow. There was no noise. Emerging from the light was a woman. A nurse. She had this amazing red hair, it didn't look real. She came to me, a smile on her lips. She offered me comfort and I felt peace. I remember her touch, it was warm and tingly. Like a static ting that ran across the skin and moved in waves. She smiled again and I felt loved, felt safe. I knew I was going to be ok. And then she was gone.

The next morning there was a frantic search. I was missing and no one had seen me. All that was in my crib, was a suspended leg cast, empty. I was eventually tracked down, located in the children's play ward. Healed. No sign of my injuries once again. No answers for the questions. No one knowing who the nurse was that had come to my room in the night. I was released and sent home.

The nurse. She was Beauty. Beauty in a way that is hard to describe with words. She was angelic, yet real. Solid to the touch. Amazing. She simply was Beauty.

So much is overlooked in the simple act of kindness, of human touch. Or angelic touch. More healing, more miracles can occur under those conditions, than all the medicine of the world. We live in an age where these things have become forgotten and then we question why the world is like it is now? Why there is such coldness and pain? We have to become the truth that we wish to see in the world. We have to become the Leight.

Copyright 2016, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB