My week started off rocky, but as it usually happens in my weepiest moments come gentle reminders of love and care.
I like to think of it as my angels manifesting.
Now, for years I was hooked into the U2 lyric If God would send his angels, I sure could use them here right now - of course keeping my head lifted to the sky for some signs of support. Then one day I realized my angels are the people who manifest in my life: my family and friends, certainly, but also the people who pass through my life often in seemingly random ways. The car that lets me merge ahead of them; the check-out lady at the grocery store who remembers I buy some interesting produce; and of course people who pass through this space or who I've met in other virtual classrooms.
So many dear angels lightening up my heavy mood with their words and remembrances.
And as if Mother Nature knew I needed to pause and center myself, she gave us a snow day yesterday! (I didn't even mind the 5:40 am phone call from the school announcing the closure ... immediately turned the alarm off and went right back to now blissful sleep!)
Time to linger over the morning tea and write back to my angels and time to go outside and discovery more winged ones fluttering about me.
And time to receive the healing magic of long days playing, cuddling, laughing and loving.
As Charlie so famously would say:
Thank you angels!