A hunch is angel talk and probably should not be ignored. The Holy Spirit that swirls. Provided to guide you morally to the end of your days and night. To help humankind and your self.
Listen to your hunches, pay attention to your intuition, do not dismiss your random thoughts. Heaven talks in snippets, not in speeches. Angels whisper fast. They have to when they’re flying around, attempting to keep up with humankind. Especially roustabouts like me.
Honor your Hints from Heaven. They could be giving you the best advice you ever had. The advice you keep on needing, all of the days of your life.
A succession of auspicious dates calls this message forth: April Fool’s Day/Easter – your choice among this overlaid holiday – and April 2, the day of my mother’s birth. I fervently believe she’s an angel, watching over me busily from heaven, never resting while in eternal rest.
Lately she’s attempting to help me correct my posture, my tendency to hunch (!), her admonition that began in my teens. Yoga teachers have called it ‘responsible posture’, the forward shoulder sag. Others call it a slouch. ‘Tis related to computer keyboard hover, and I’ve been doing much of that. I attempt to correct it thousands of times a day, but inner thoughts, the ideas that compel writing, overtake my attempts to be kind to my back.
I need help, your hints – share yours, Constant Reader, please and thanks.
P.S. Another angel just tapped me, metaphorically, on the shoulder, instantly inciting a posture correction: I believe that my grandmother, for who I am named, was my first visible angel. And, she persists.