Thursday, May 17, 2012
I've come to the startling and sad realization that a lot of my Angels have become cobwebby and dusty from disuse, and so I'm setting out into this lovely
sunny cool day, to do some dusting off and sprucing up and polishing---in every sense.
Maybe even a good douse-and-scrub with the hose is in order---couldn't hurt.
I think we all let our angels sit on the shelf too much, getting musty when they could be out seeing to things we can't see to ourselves. We just muddle through things and let things slide, forgetting about our angels or walking past them without recognition.
When we miss the moments, the chances, the great glorious explosion of sunrise or the little spots of BRIGHT, they retreat into might-have-been, and what if, hoping for Next Time.
Angels don't pout or resent or stomp off in a huff, and they welcome us with joy each time we return, jumping right in with the same enthusiasm and grace every time.
And if you're like me, most days we need every one we've got.
Posted by racheld at Thursday, May 17, 2012