Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Recognizing Angels

Angels are very sly. Angels will hide among like things. Angels will kick your ass. Sometimes they’re standing right in front of you and you don’t recognize them. It might even take years before you realize that you have met angels. Sometimes it takes time to recognize how they have touched your life. Some are subtle. Some will hold up a mirror and show you something you don’t want to see, and every once in a while, one will grab you by the hand and run with you.

Recognizing angels isn’t really that hard. If you are attuned to your feelings, then angels are easy to find.

You never know when you will meet an angel, so keep your eyes and your heart open.

Maybe that woman that smiled warmly at you that you just had to smile back was an angel. Maybe the baby you picked up and who cooed at you and wanted to touch your face was an angel. Maybe the children that ran up and grabbed your legs as a hello were angels. Maybe the teacher whose words you still hear in your head was an angel. Maybe the man at home, the one that loves you the best, maybe he’s an angel too.

Maybe the guy at work that is so annoyingly competitive that he pushes you to do your best is an angel. Maybe the bitch that told you a thing or two you didn’t really want to hear about yourself and was a catalyst for change was an angel. Maybe an angel slammed a door and opened another.

Any one that can teach you a valuable lesson is an angel.

Be grateful that angels exist in your life. Throughout the day, they try to send you messages of joy, messages of validation, messages of change. Some stay for just a moment, others for a lifetime. And as you grow older, angels become more visible to you. You recognize and appreciate their presence in your life.

Searching for heaven on earth may mean to search for the angels in our lives everyday.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Home Alone

No one is home…but me.

The cacophony of sound, of movement, of vibration is gone.

Every room once filled to the brim with humanity has space.

Every sound, the clatter of pans, the television blare, the pounding of running feet are no more.

The merging of so many voices, the passion plays, the human anxieties, needs, wants, cries, frustration, and anger. But also the ideas, the planning, the singing, the laughing, and the sounds of play are silenced.

One day, I was given a gift. One never afforded to me before. I was given a choice, to go with them or to be alone.

I was old enough to stay home alone, to be left all alone.

I heard silence for the first time in my waking life. That is when I learned that silence is a blessing. I learned that being alone did not mean loneliness. Sometimes it means freedom.

I found a contentment, a quiet, a balance I had never felt. Gladness touched my heart. The only voice in the room was the one in my head and it was singing a joyful aria.

Just to be alone. Just to BE.

Another sliver of heaven on earth was opened to me.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Too Far Away To Care

I’m too far away to care.

Peace, tranquility, the release, the “I can’t do anything about it” feeling. I’m three thousand miles away. I’m too far away for it to get to me and I’m too far away for me to get to it. It’s no longer an issue, no longer my problem.

Distance has created tranquility, a peace of mind, and freedom to feel the moment.

If ever the phrase “ Let me worry about what I can do now” this is when you feel it to its fullest.

Trips allow the surreal life to take over and my real life to dissipate into nothingness. If I can put an ocean between, even better. Because driving across a continent is not an option. Swimming across a sea is not an option. I can shrug off whatever it is that pulls on me. I'm free. I'm free to be in the moment, completely.

To go to a place so far away to care, I've given myself a little piece of heaven on earth. I can always sit and quietly meditate, breath deeply, and find a way to go back to that time, to revive those memories, where I was too far to care.

Even if it’s just for a few moments.