My Youngest Daughter Is Home

My youngest daughter is home for a visit. A five day, very quick, lots to do visit that has us running (well really driving) up and down the 101 from Oxnard to Santa Barbara this next few days. Looking at graduate school and places to live and places to eat and taking in the beach and some necessary (kinda) shopping, too. 

I am so lucky that I get to spend time with this person who was once so small and is now powerful and wise, with a heart that is full and a mind that is ripe and eyes that see into souls. People will stop her on the streets and in restaurants to tell her that her eyes - light blue and shimmering with knowledge and light - have pulled them in and over to her. That they must talk to her. That they feel a connection.

I don't know how she does this each day. This sometimes quite often barrage of people that need something from her. But she opens her heart and speaks with clear words and seems to settle the off-balance energies that seek her guidance. 

She has done this since she was small.

It was different back then. Her approach to people was in the form of a soft, child voice that went up to those she knew and those that were new to say I love you or how are you before prattling away to someone or something else that captured her attention. She was quirky and funny and people were drawn in. 

Peer group thoughts and teenage angst only made her gifts stronger until she is where she is now. Settled into the oneness that she has with the universe and the spirits that surround us all and also now deeply grounded in the earth and present day, too.

She is powerful, this daughter of mine. 

And she is here. In California. Away from a cold, New England Nor'easter that is heading up the east coast to dump even more snow while she is away. Here, in the warm, spring heat that settles into the hills around our home. Here with me.

I am so happy.