Father Peter, could you please bless my home before Gay and her husband arrive?”
“Of course we can, you need to be part of this too so please join me. Is there any place you’d like me to start?”
He followed me to our bedroom, “This is where I’ve felt most of the activity.”
“When you say activity what do you mean?”
“Shadows, whispering, I felt someone touch me.”
We walked into the bedroom and stood in silence for a moment. Father Peter looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then he walked over to the window and opened it wide. “If we’re chasing the bad air out, let’s give it a place to go.”
He stood at the end of our bed and began to pray. His voice was soothing. I closed my eyes and focused on his words. Warm air circulated in the room, surrounding me, cushioning me in comfort. It felt good. Father Pete’s words ceased and I opened my eyes. Everything was still, I smelled lavender and lily of the valley.
“Do you smell that?” I asked.
Father Peter smiled at me, “I do, is it coming from outside?”
“No I don’t think it is, it smells like it’s coming from you.”
“Do you recognize the smell?”
“Yes, at my Grandma’s house. She wore lily of the valley perfume, and grew lavender in her garden.”
“Maybe she’s your Guardian Angel and she’s watching over you, or maybe you’re summoning up the smell because it makes you feel safe.”