09/11/2026
Beloveds, here I am under the Your Angelic Ancestry billboard in Times Square.
Here's what I hope. Somebody is walking through this Square today feeling that this world is not quite their home, wondering if anyone else feels that way. And they look up. And a billboard says gently: you have never felt at home here, and you're not broken. You come from Angels.
Maybe they think, that's strange. And then, but it feels somehow true. And they keep looking. And something in them starts to make sense. The sensitivity. The intuition they can't explain. The thing other people pick up on when they say "you're such an Angel" or "there's just something about you." Not a flaw. A lineage. Maybe they begin to wonder if they are an Angel in the flesh, or even an Archangel, and that the magic they have felt their whole life was their heritage all along.
When I was 21 I lived a few blocks from that billboard. A former premed student, a Southern belle, mystically called to New York to be an actress. I parked my car across the street to go look at an apartment, and when I came back the car was gone with every possession I owned inside it. I knew one person in this city. I had no parental support. Somehow I stayed. Somehow I survived, and then I thrived. My spiritual awakening rose alongside my creative expression right here. I had a blast, and at times it was so hard, being such a sensitive, very young woman in New York City on my own. But as we know, none of us are truly alone.
If I could see her again I would wrap my arms around her. I would tell her to look up. I would tell her that her life would not turn out anywhere close to what she imagined at 21, and that it would be more than she knew to ask for.
And I think she would have looked up at that billboard, and felt seen, and been curious, and maybe her step would have lifted a few inches off the ground. As if a promise were already seeded in her, even then.
May you hug your younger self today. May you give thanks for your life. 💜
