Angels Come In All Shapes and Sizes

When I open my bedroom door in the morning, part of my family is in a pile on the other side, waiting to greet me. My 2 corgi dogs and my tiger cat swirl around my legs oozing love my way. They help me start my day with a smile. When I most need a hug and kiss they are happpy to oblige and if thay ever catch me crying, they snuggle close to try and soothe my soul. These are my angels in small furry packages. They give me love unconditionally and are the best therapists in the world. At the other end of the house I find my husband, my best friend and soulmate, the man who, when I danced with him for the first time, I felt like I had come home after a long journey. He is my angel in a larger package. He gives me love, keeps me sane and tolerates my imperfections. And I am his angel. We are all someone's angel. Or if we feel we're not, we can be....by simple acts of kindness, by giving to others. I was once told that the best way to cure depression was to volunteer....become an angel!

Moving Forward

I need my angels now more than ever. I know that they are always there, but sometimes I forget to check in. This could be a blog about everything that has come crashing down in my life, but I choose to have it be, instead, about the reinvention of myself and my life, about moving forward, and that is the operative word, FORWARD. It will be about finding gratitude amoungst the despair, magic within the chaos. And some days it will take alot of effort, but I will keep on trying. In the words of Marianne Williamson, each day I will ask, " show me where to go, show me what to do, show me what to say and to whom" and I will try to remember that there are angels above me, angels below me, angels to my left and angels to my right, ready to guide me if I am willing to listen.