Dawn Loves Buttercups

His hazel eyes full of warmth and unconditional Love, shower empathy to all who cross his path

Soft white hair that springs to the touch holding the gentleness of a baby’s breath

Lines of laughter that show a life lived with fun and humour

He laughs easily but only rarely is his smile real, saved for special moments, yet he is always genuine so I can see when he is troubled or perplexed or even simply contemplating

He needs to withdraw sometimes into his “man cave” and needs his space and time alone.  A man who knows that this is so important, to go within.

He is creative and thoughtful, kind beyond description, yet strongly fierce and passionate, loyal and caring

His spiritual pathway requires dedication but without leaving it, he questions, as well as explaining his steps if others ask

His aura can be open and so vibrantly full of colour that it sparkles when received wisdom is channelled to him, and yet lately, often times,  I see it closed tightly about him as if his soul is protecting him.  Kittie will always know when she is needed and I see her fly into action to protect him.  Sent to him by his true  darling, she stands guard, silently moving weaving in and out as she eagerly helps.

His laughter warms my heart when it feels empty,  filling it once more with attunement to open and unconditional Love

The holder of my secrets in that sacred space as I hold his, he gives wisdom to share selflessly.

Our friendship is unique and my most treasured thing,  for he knows me like no other has ever done, not even family.

I laugh and smile but inside I cry because I know, but that’s okay, because he tells me he is happy and I must believe that

I don’t understand why my gift came now, the ability to see auras, and why  I am late to the show only just learning to read them.

There is a reason for everything and I am still asking,  Why?