Thirty some years ago, a tiny bird was hatched in a little cage. Over the years she grew and grew as her owners took care of her to the best of their abilities. After many years,  they realized that she had outgrown her cage and had begun to feel trapped and confined.  Although it caused much sadness to them, they knew the time had come and they opened the door to her cage and set her free.

The little bird was so excited to be out on her own but she was having a difficult time trying to learn to fly. Many times she fell but struggled to get up and try again. It was more difficult to be on her own than she had ever imaginged and she soon began to feel vulnerable and weak. Often she longed for the comfort and security of the tiny cage she had left behind.

It's January 3, 2015 and it is definitely time for a new year! I have had quite a few rocky roads in my life but 2012- 2014 seemed to have had quite a few BOULDERS to overcome and I haven't overcome them all yet.  I am now staying with my friend Roma in her apartment until the final court date arrives and I can start making plans for my future.

Right now I feel as if I am lost... Uprooted after thirty years in my house, I have been grieving as if I had lost a family member. My little house was a part of my family.  I miss all of the little "characteristics" that made it home. The "collage" pasted to the inside of Laura's closet door made me so angry the first time I saw it! But I cried as I closed that closet door on those memories one last time.

I could actually feel my heart breaking as I walked through Sarah's room, remembering all of the good times that were painted with fingernail polish on the walls..."Sarah + Melissa = B.F.F", "I love ____!" "S.E. + H.J.= 4EVER". The tears poured down my face as I spotted the pencil writing on the wall..."I hate you Mom!" Of course, those words were written in a fit of anger because I had to be a mother and do what I knew was the right thing to do at the time. I was upset the first time I saw it and Sarah apologized because she had realized that Mom was right and I only loved her and wanted the best for her.

Seeing those words,  as I left my little house for the very last time, hurt like nothing had hurt me before but I had to be strong! I am being a mother and I had to do what I knew was the right thing to do. This time I had to do it not only for my daughter but for my granddaughters as well.  I thank God for the strength that He has given me to go on, knowing that those words "I hate you Mom!" are only words and I know she knows me well enough to know that I am always compelled to do what I feel is the right thing to do.  I know that one day I will again hear those words "I love you, Mom! I'm sorry! I was just mad!".


     "Violette Wings & Giftey Things" is the fulfillment of my long time dream to own my own business.  You can probably guess by the name that I love all sorts of  "wingy things", such as angels, fairies, birds, bees and butterflies. Yes, I have sold a bat or two also. My actual love and passion began with birds  but soon the angels seemed to take over. In fact,  so many "coincidences" occured in my life following the drug store fiasco that I may have to write a book just to tell them all.    

     It had been a long, stressful year but opening day had come and gone. I was slowly developing a daily routine while waiting for the customers to burst down my doors in excitement!  I had been the gift buyer and merchandiser at the "Long"(s) gone drug store for approximately ten years before deciding to join the management team.  I had many customers  who loved the items I ordered but they especially raved about the creativity I used in the displays. I had convinced myself that once all of my fans discovered my new shop, I would soon be rolling in the dough and wouldn't be able to keep the displays full!


     It was a sunny but cool spring afternoon and I was still waiting for the mobs to come bursting through the doors as I dusted the displays near the front of the store. Suddenly the door opened and I excitedly turned around, ready to greet my first customer of the day. I was a little disappointed that my mob turned out to be an elderly gentleman appearing to be in his eighties or nineties. 



     Just by his appearence I felt something was a little off.  He was over six feet tall and was very lean with soft pale skin and few wrinkles.  He wore a pale yellow suit that looked as if it was from the 1930's or '40's with a matching hat and black shoes. His whole suit was so bright, crisp and clean it looked as if he had just walked out of a department store... from a previous decade!


     I smiled and asked him if I could help him. He says "Yes, I am a Norwegian Veteran and I was wondering if you could give me $3.oo?". Okay, now I was a little freaked out! First, the brand spanking new suit from the 1930's with the matching hat...This was odd  since men do not wear yellow suits AND hats in 2011. Second, he didn't have a Norwegian accent. In fact, he didn't have any discernable accent at all. Third, if he had just said he was a Veteran and needed some help, I more than likely would have obliged with a dollar or two, but it was odd for him to ask for $3.00 specifically, especially since $3.00 is all the money I had on me that day!


     Something just wasn't right... It wasn't the "bad" feeling that something was wrong,  just very confusing is the best description I can give. I paused for a moment before I turned him down and said I really couldn't spare it that day. With a disappointed look on his face, he thanked me and closed the door and left. I  then had second thoughts and decided to go out to see where he was heading but he was GONE! It had only been about 20 seconds but there was no one on the street anywhere!


     I couldn't get this man out of my head. I decided to ask a few of the neighboring businesses if they had seen the man in the yellow suit. The first few said they hadn't seen him.  My final stop was another new shop that had opened several weeks after I had opened my doors.  I just casually asked her if she had seen the man in the yellow suit that day and her eyes grew to the size of saucers! She explained her encounter with him and she  had experienced exactly what I had. He had even requested $3.00 from her! She turned him down as well due to the "weird" feelings she also felt.  She too had asked one of her neighbors  if she had seen him and she received the same response that I had received. The two new business owners on the street were the only people to see the tall man in the yellow suit and hat.


     That was about two years ago and I hadn't thought of this man since then. Last night I began this new journey into blogging. I was searching the web builder for intro music to the site. After an hour of searching for just the right music, I settled on a piece called "Morning in Norway".


      I sat down to write tonight trying to conjour up some ideas when almost simultaneously I remembered the "Norwegian Veteran" and then "Morning in Norway"! Hmmmm, another coincidence?  Was the "Norwegian Vet" an angel? Oh, No! I suddenly felt so guilty for not giving him the $3.00!  I quickly said a prayer asking for forgiveness for my selfishness and then......  OMG!,   Hebrews 13:2,  just popped into my head...


"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels



     Laying in my bed with a broken hip for the past three months has given me a lot of time to contemplate my life purpose and whether I had been living up to my "contract".  In 2009, I lost my well paying position as an assistant manager for a large retail drugstore chain when it was sold to a larger national drug chain.

     I loved my job of eighteen years but two years prior to the sell, everything became extremely unpredictable as it was obvious that something was "in the works". Finally the news arrived that our company had been sold.We were promised that our positions and pay would remain intact so everyone was excited for the new exciting changes to come.

     Unfortunately, the "promises" made to all of the "LONG"(s) time employees were all just empty!  Slowly, one by one, the loyal, long time employees were picked off.  Employees that had never had any issues with correctional "write ups" in their long careers, were suddenly being "written up" for the tiniest infractions and then relieved of their duties. We're talking about employees with fifteen to thirty plus years of dedicated service, being relieved of their duties for typing too slow, taking too much time to organize, and spending too much time with customers! The company's motives were painfully obvious.

     I am still in shock about the circumstances leading to my dismissal. I was terminated from my position because I DID WHAT MY STORE MANAGER TOLD ME TO DO! Yep! That's right!  It turns out that she instructed me to do something that was illegal.  Being aware of this detail, I had one of my department managers report this to the corporate headquarters for me. Since I feared this woman and had many reasons to believe that if she found out I had been the one to report her, I would be fired and she would remain unscathed!  Ultimately, I was terminated for following her orders because I "should have known better" and I personally should have been the one to report her. In other words.... I made too much money for this new company and they had just been given the perfect excuse to get rid of another high paid "LONG(s)" time employee!

     This is when I realized that God had other plans for my life. After all, who gets fired for obeying the boss's orders?  I was suddenly aware of "invisible" forces that were helping me through those tough times. I wasn't too upset about losing my job because in my heart I knew that it was meant to be.  I was supposed to do something bigger and better but I was too fearful to follow my heart's desire, so God took care of it for me! Today I own my own gift shop called "Violette Wings & Giftey Things".  I will share the many "coincidences" that brought this dream to fruition in future blogs. I'll just let you know they include not only God and Jesus but Angels and Fairies too!

     While laying in my bed for the past three months, I found myself questioning my purpose in life again. I had been feeling that I needed to be doing something else also. I had always enjoyed writing. In fact, many years ago I began writing poems that I had hoped to have published someday. I don't know what ever happened to them but that urge to write began to surface again. But I had no idea how or even where to begin.

     Well, low and behold, I was receiving a Fairy Oracle Card Reading this evening and what message did the fairies send to me? "Move Forward Fearlessly"! So that's what I did. In a matter of ten minutes, I had found a site to start a blog and now here I am!

     I am so excited that now I can share all of my experiences and even photos of the wonderful "agents" of God that have lead me to this new and exciting future! May  God and His Angels bless you all until next time!


Latest comments

Today | 19:16

My favorite products we sold were the Genuine Navajo Dreamcatchers! this company supplies work for Navajo tribe. VW&GT donated 10% to "Dreamcatchers-Abused kids

Today | 19:11

I love our little bees! Such beautiful and delicious products from such tiny little beings!

Today | 19:08

Unfortunately, my health forced me to close the shop, but I will still love and heal the world in whatever way God leads me next!

Today | 18:48

Thank you for your nice note! Had a few more setbacks, Rheumatoid Arthritis AND Type 2 Diabetes all in the same week! Sorry I don't know where you can get cards