My twinsoul sent me a gift. A blessed one, to spend some time in joy. For connected as we are, we are not united. We are one, we always were. It’s just that in this moment of time we share only spirit and soul; our bodies as of yet remain apart. For as I am free he is still bound. But only here, in this earthly exsistence we refer to as life.
Dressed as a monarchbutterfly my twinsoul visits me. To remind me of what we are when I enter the deep desperate end of feeling alone and separated from what is one. He twirls around my head when I need to ‘lighten’ up and he wants me to smile. Sometimes he just ‘pops’ up as a twinkle in my day. Not summoned, just there drawning me straight back into my hearts destination.
It was in the midst of the overwhelming weariness I sometimes feel that he sent me his gift. Two hands caressing my face, lips kissing mine and when I took a good look at the man in front of me, right above his head I saw the monarchbutterfly.