Angel on My Rock
I have been caught up in my head during the last week or so. What I mean by this is that I talk myself in circles and generally walk around feeling bad. So many teachers talk about embracing our shadow selves and I've really had a taste of learning that lesson lately. I was feeling so blue and dark that I couldn't see the angels. They just weren't there and previously, they had been everywhere. I couldn't see them, couldn't smell them (yes there is a fragrance) and I couldn't hear them. That bummed me out even more. Perhaps they were gone?
Today I am emotionally feeling better than I have been and finally, I see an angel! He is sitting out on one of the boulders just inside the woods at the front of my house. I can see him out the window as I type and it gives me such relief! He has dark hair and there is a little tinge of purple to him - like around him. He noticed me and nodded as if to reassure me and my heart absolutely filled with the love that emanates from him. This is the best part of seeing angels. Being in their presence is like getting a shot of joy directly into my soul.
I know that they're there even when I'm talking myself down, but it seems that I am less willing to see them or hear them. I think this is how it is for everyone, but I'm just more sensitive to it now. I know that those are the times when I need them the most and it would be helpful if I could have an open heart during the dark times and just let it be filled with their light and love.
I'll try to remember all of that the next time that the blues get me. For now, I see the angel on the rock and it feels good.
Cheryl
Today I am emotionally feeling better than I have been and finally, I see an angel! He is sitting out on one of the boulders just inside the woods at the front of my house. I can see him out the window as I type and it gives me such relief! He has dark hair and there is a little tinge of purple to him - like around him. He noticed me and nodded as if to reassure me and my heart absolutely filled with the love that emanates from him. This is the best part of seeing angels. Being in their presence is like getting a shot of joy directly into my soul.
I know that they're there even when I'm talking myself down, but it seems that I am less willing to see them or hear them. I think this is how it is for everyone, but I'm just more sensitive to it now. I know that those are the times when I need them the most and it would be helpful if I could have an open heart during the dark times and just let it be filled with their light and love.
I'll try to remember all of that the next time that the blues get me. For now, I see the angel on the rock and it feels good.
Cheryl


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