Angels Are Among Us!

Watch a little closer.  See a little deeper.  Realize that even if you may be going through a lot, try this one out.  It is a quote some attribute to Churchill, but I heard it from an Australian motivational speaker who said, “When yer going through hell, don’t stop, keep going.”

I say when you are going through strife, issues, challenges, small, large, paramount or not, still keep an eye out for the angels who are there on the corners, at the next table, those who override the strife to defuse it, those who gather up rainbows and soft evening breezes, where a slight shift can help you see tiny, colored fairies flittering in the trees, can show you the phosphorescent parts of an ordinary day—a better way to…realize.

There is magic in the hills, people who have achieved momentous status in the long and winding roads you are still going down; those who, with a smile, with a lightness of being, can raise you up into the light, where spring is on the edge of winter, where truth is laughing so hard with you that your sides hurt for weeks, where the food is perfect, the company is fine and the wine glasses toast somewhere in the islands.

Look outside today for the signs, the clues from God, the guideposts up ahead.  Look for the people who have depth in their eyes, can see, will let their deepest parts out, because most won’t, and yet most crave this truth—a deeper meaning. 

Find this place where angels appear as a couple in a restaurant on Valentine’s day, as a wisp, a call of the whip-poor-will, geese flying over in flocks of 1,000’s—magic fireflies littering the trees in Corpus Christi.

There is an Omni-magic, a continually mystery, a pervading bewilderment and amazement among us; just let your mind reach a little higher today.  Let your spirit soar and fly and glide over the tarmac, the turmoil and the rabble.

For you are among saints and sages, magicians goading the teetotalers, angels hiding their wings behind a cloud of doubt, in a crowd, on the street corners of yesterday and tomorrow.

It is this encrypted magic that keeps us in the game, that raises the bar so high miracles jump right over and it may seem like parlor tricks, a slight of hand, a cosmic blithering in some haberdashers memory, some stalwart gathering along the Monterey coast as the whales watch all the humans on tiny boats near the greatest golf course where Earl and Clint lived manufacturing their own dreams.

Dream the dream.  For it is dreaming you and you might as well become one of those angels that lives inside the bar rooms, behind the scenes, along the Seine, right by the gargoyles hanging from Notre Dame, on the speeding trains through Switzerland, covered in chocolate.

See the angels, the magic that fills your hometown, by the glen, near the lane, where the sunrise lets out all the angels who were sitting on the head of a pin in a fanfare.

Today is the perfect day to see the angels in the wings, in the eaves, along the rivulets, in a cloud inside the blue skies, right next to you as you plan out a magnificent life. 

You are the angel that is being born, that has been transformed from teenager to collaborator, from listless living into the highlife of piqued wonder.

Look, see, be, become, transform, and realize the dream is dreaming.  Get on board. Dare it.  Make the adventure your own…and run wild with your own perplexing bliss, joy, ecstasy that fills you up, takes you to the angels den, the façade hiding the infinite, the cosmic, the mystery to behold.