Turning off the TV, Stevie released the remote and dropped her head down into her hands. Hot, scalding tears leaked between her fingers and a sob caught in her throat. Another suicide, a violent protest that started out peaceful and calm, angry words and raised voices, fear and sadness.. never feeling safe again. To much, to fast..to painful.
Leaping out of her recliner Stevie angrily swiped her arm across her cheeks, drying her tears. “No more!” the voice inside of her head screamed. Walking slowly over to the mantlepiece,she reached for the snow globe she kept above the fireplace all year round.It was the last vestage of her childhood and it gave her comfort and hope. Picking it up carefully she slowly tipped it upside down until all the sparkly snow gathered on the top. And then with a twist of her wrist she flipped the globe upright and watched as the shiny specks of glitter sprinkled down to the pretty little Angel that was glued to the bottom. God how loved this globe. It was given to her by her grandmother as a reminder that there was always an Angel watching her. But tonight Stevie felt no peace, no hope, just a sickening rage that was building up inside her, bubbling to the surface like a raging volcano. Her fingers clenched around the snow globe, and a scream erupted,filled with agony from the depth of her soul. Pulling back her arm, Stevie threw the globe into the fireplace with such force that it shattered Into a thousand pieces, sending water, sparkles and shards of glass half way across the room.
Holding the mantle for balance, and taking big gulping breaths, she did her best to calm her pounding heart. Looking at the mess she had made, she spotted the Angel that had once sat at the base of the globe, and she dropped to her knees and reached for it. Holding it in her trembling hands, Stevie closed her eyes and felt a new wave of pain wash through her. “Oh Grammie, I’m so sorry”
As the words left her lips, the light around her began to dim and she felt herself falling gently to the floor. A gentle hand caressed her cheek,and the scent of lilacs filled her nose. Stevie opened her eyes and looked above her. “Grammie?” She murmered. Sitting up, she starred at the shining, shimmering energy that lit up the darkness in front of her. The form of her Grandmother began to take place and finally settle.
“Grammie? Is that you”
“Yes my baby girl, it’s me”
“How?… What? …”
A gentle smile crossed her grandmothers face as she reached her Angelic hand to lay it upon Stevie’s head. “Be at peace my child and heed my words. A war is being waged, and you are being called to fight along side the bravest of warriors. Release all the pain and the anger, and replace it with love. Use that love to give you strength to fight, for no evil can withstand its power. Let it lead you to a place of calm, a place you can use to help correct the wrongs against human rights and basic human decency. Lead with your heart, think with your mind, change the world. It is your destiny”
Waking up the next morning, Stevie found herself comfortably on the couch. Memories of the night before began to filter through her sleep laden brain and she sat up abruptly. Feeling confused, she began to look around for the signs of her shattered snow globe, anything to make sense of what she was remembering. It felt so real.. jumping off the couch she rushed over to the fireplace to check the stand she kept the snow globe on.. empty. Looking into the fireplace for evidence she found there was none there either. Sitting back down on the couch, she leaned back and replayed everything that she was sure had happened the night before. The emotional eruption, her throwing the treasured snow globe, her grandmothers visit.. wait.. her grandmothers visit? How was that possible. Yet there was a feeling inside of her that could only be described as a steely strength, tempered in a peaceful calm. A new sense of purpose, a drive to make a change, to take a chance, to help change the world.
And there it was.. sitting on her coffee table, as good as new, her Angel snow globe. Picking it up, she held it lovingly in her hand. The scent of lilac drifted through the air and a soft touch caressed her cheek. “I love you Grammie, thank you”
“And I love you my little warrior .. “