Vesta, Ukraine

have to share a dream or is it a vision?!!

a group of us left by plane for the Ukraine. We landed, left the terminal and toured the surrounding areas shops and talking with the people. many spoke English and with the others we used Translator. There was a particular man and woman sitting on a barricade in need. I pulled the change I had in my left pocket, felt its warmth, and gave it to him. He smiled and was surprised.

We then went into one shop and looked around to buy souvenirs of things that could be kept in a photo album. The shopkeeper was selling out their wares for only cash as they were raising funds to assist those trying to leave. As I waited in line, I talked with 3 local older ladies in babushkas. I gazed upon their beautiful faces and tried to memorize them as I knew they had chosen to stay behind to create space for others.

I was in awe of the warmth of the womens faces. Their skin was like an amber bronze. hmmm… angel like 😳😍

I went to the counter to pay for the stickers for my grandchildren, opened my purse snd saw a crumpled up $50 bill and thought “hmmm how odd.”

At that, I heard a bus drive up outside calling “next stop Vesta”