Nature has become my healer, my sanctuary, one of my dearest friends. When you can't get yourself to talk to anybody, the trees and the sky can be a very attentive audience :) Many a tears I've cried in the last couple of months with 'only' the birds and the leaves of the trees as witnesses. On one of these desperate afternoons I headed out to the woodlands to have a little natter with nature and clear my head and I prayed for release, for help in letting go of all that no longer serves me, of all that was and no longer is. A split second after I uttered my prayer, I heard an airplane approaching above my head, which is no surprise living near the airport, I watch them take off and land every day. But not once had I seen any writing on them that had any interpretable meaning. At this desperate moment however, life sent me a message - on this plane were the following four letters MULT (meaning past in Hungarian). The plane flew past me and instead of landing on the runway, it disappeared on the horizon. I felt deep gratitude and serenity at being heard and answered.
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