Sunday, August 19, 2018

Cicada Shell: An Angel Message


Yesterday on a weekly visit to a sacred place where we like to sit on a park bench in nature and pray,  Elliot suggested afterwards that we move out of the heat to the shade of a sheltering old oak.  I was ready to return to the cool air-conditioned car.  Wearing white pants, I wasn't anxious to sit on the ground.  Reluctantly, I moved from the sun drenched bench to take a seat on a piece of white plastic he'd spread out in the shade of the beautiful old tree.

To my surprise, I caught sight of an old friend by my feet...a cicada shell. Just like the prehistoric looking hard shells I'd collected as a child on my grandparents' farm.  It had been years since I last saw one.  Holding the perfectly formed shell,  I pointed out the narrow slit at the top where the cicada had emerged.  It took great effort to wiggle her way out, but that was how her wings gained strength to fly away in the open air.

An empty gold colored insect shell may not mean much to another, but, then, that's how angel messages take hold.  Time collapsed as I took to heart the message in the medium of a childhood reminder... 
Cicada shell I found.

I smiled, thankful for the mystery of life, and the joy that we, too, will one day empty our shells and find great freedom in upward flight.  In the meantime, savor all of the wonder around you.  Sitting still, I could hear the chorus of cicadas singing like sleigh bells, cooling me off, on a hot summer day.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Friday, August 17, 2018

Where there's a will, there's a way: An Angel Message

Last night while watching a movie, a sudden thunderclap shook the foundation of our 1927 bungalow.  Lightning bolts struck the dusky sky, a storm was rolling in.  Another thunderclap was so LOUD,  I jumped up from the sofa, blurting out, HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE!  (I'm not Catholic, but that's my auto response when in danger.) I knew then it was time to calm down, turn off the TV, and meditate on the power of Psalm 91.  "For He shall give his angels charge over you."  That's the way I find peace in the midst of a storm.  By going within and accepting those comforting words of that entire Psalm, which I've come to know as my insurance/assurance plan.  I pray it everyday.  God is my refuge. I abide in the Shadow of the Almighty.

Soon the skies were harmonious again.

This morning, when I opened the backdoor to feed Gus, the wild buttercup nature rooted in a crack in the stucco wall greeted me in full sunny bloom.  A marvel as each day she stretches, growing taller.  A testimony that where there is a will, there is a way. Buttercup thrives in spite of her limiting condition.   In Nature-Speak, Ted Andrews writes:

"As a garden flower the buttercup is unique in that it will grow in every part of the garden.  This is part of its message.  With proper self-worth, we can succeed in every environment."

Buttercup is a reminder of self-worth and how words can affect all things. So choose words carefully for they will have greater influence now.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.  Expect joyful, uplifting messages along the way.  God is Love.


Rae Karen






Thursday, August 16, 2018

Smiles Around the World: An Angel Message

Last fall, I discovered a wonderful way to see the world from my mailbox.  Postcrossing.com was just the ticket I was looking for.   Nine months later, my den door has been slowly transformed into a portal of international snail mail greetings from both near and far.  Maps from old National Geographic magazines added a worldly touch.  Rope, with postcards hung from wooden clothespins, framed the second door, giving my space the lure of a travel agency.

For fun, I asked postcrossers to share a favorite quote:

Cinthya from Indonesia:

"Not all of us can do great things.  But we can
do small things with great love."  Mother Teresa

Martina from Germany:

"You have to share your happiness to
multiply it!"

Elaine from the Philippines:

"STAY CURIOUS."

Gerry from The Netherlands:

"Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift
that's why it's called the present."

Tanja from Slovenija:

"Where there's a will, there's a way."

Yuki from Japan:

"Don't cry because it's over.
Smile because it happened."
                               Dr. Seuss

Catherine from France:

"One sees clearly only with
the heart. What is essential is
invisible to the eye."
                        Antoine de Saint Exup`ery

Brad in the U.S.:

"Thinking is the best way to travel."
                        Moody Blues

Izan from Hong Kong:

"If it doesn't challenge you, it won't
change you."

Dima from Czech Republic:

"Life is either a daring adventure or
nothing at all."

Hanley from the Netherlands:

"There is a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in."
                  Leonard Cohen

Zuzka from Czech Republic:

"You are never given a dream without
also being given the power to make it
true."    Richard Bach

Polina from Russia:

"I belong to quick, futile moments
of intense feeling.  Yes, I belong to
moments.  Not to people."
                      Virginia Woolf

Sondur from India:

"All the problems are stuck between
MIND and MATTER.  If you don't
mind. It does not matter."

Ieva from Lithuania:

"Everything passes.  Everything changes.
Just do what you think you should do."
              Bob Dylan song to Ramona

from China:

"Thick mountains could not
stop the river from flowing
into the sea."
          Ancient Chinese poetry


Annie from France:

"All the world is made of faith,
and trust, and pixie dust."
                           J. M. Barrie

 Christoph from Germany:

"We are angels with only one wing.  To be able
to fly we have to hug each other."

I look forward to the mail now, wondering what adventure will arrive from a new friend.  The 100th Anniversary of the Postcard, 1893-1993 recently crossed my path.  A reminder that's it never too late to giddy-up and send smiles around the world.



Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen






Monday, August 13, 2018

Driving under the Influence: An Angel Message

This Virginia license plate brought a sheepish smile.  A reminder to keep our halos on while navigating in traffic. Drive under the influence of angels. Archangel Raphael is the Guardian of Travel, so don't leave home without him.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


RaeKaren

Saturday, August 11, 2018

You Are a Law Unto Yourself: An Angel Message

   

                       
Recently I read, Declare a thing and it shall be true for you. You are a law unto yourself. 

What a powerful decree.  A strong reminder that we are the gatekeepers of what thoughts we allow to enter our mind, so stand guard.  I can see how my own thoughts attract my experiences.  If I tell myself that the grocery store will be crowded, the lines long, that's exactly what I get.  


This happened one Sunday when I needed to pick up some items at the grocery store for a loved one. An "angel thought" reminded me that what I decree will be true for me, so why not expect the best.  
So, I set an intention that everything would go smoothly. The angels would go before me, making my path straight and clear. It would be a pleasant time, too.  

And you know, that's exactly what I got. 

  
Yes, the store was busy, but there was a quiet hush. I made my way to a cashier, with no waiting in line.  I had other errands to run, and each one was better than the first. People smiled and were loving, some even gave me a hug and a kind word.  A nurse at the retirement home I was visiting held the elevator for me and my shopping cart, calling me, Sweetie. Afterwards, I realized the day was a demonstration of what I declared and expected!  Harmony!

So, if I start to complain that "I HAVE TO" do something, I quickly change my mind to "I GET TO" do it.  Grateful that I am willing and able.  And,  I can even do it in a spirit of grace and lovingkindness as I go about my business with the loving support of the angels. 

Enjoy your day with the Angels, and live in the quiet expectation of goodness.



Love and joyful blessings,





Rae Karen



(postcard- zazzle)

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

More Ladybugs: An Angel Message

Ladybugs are at play again.  Yesterday's mail brought an offer for a ladybug rosary!  The picture of the red ladybugs, each one had seven spots, caught me by surprise.  I grinned in amazement.

I  knew Ladybugs are associated with the Blessed Mother, but I had no idea there is a ladybug rosary.  And, as I've shared before, ladybugs often appear as a sign of love from my Mom, Mary, now on the other side.  The sight of the colorful photo of the rosary brought such joy -- an abundance of ladybugs.  The little red beetle with its bounty of black spots, is a sign of good luck. In French her name means "good God's animal;"  in Spanish it means "little Mary;" in German, "Mary's beetle," and also Lord God's beetle;" and, in English, she is also known as "ladybird."


But more was to come.  Before 7 a.m. for the last two days, I've been on my knees, pulling up bags of thin long vines and straggly weeds in the garden.  This house has been home for the past 8 years, and our backyard is like a park, one that is in need of some tender loving care.  It felt good to get down and work with nature, combing out her tangles and thinning out overcrowded areas.  Gardening keeps me centered in the now, the beauty of the quiet sunlight, the song of the birds, and the cicada symphony ringing in the treetops.  Clipping along, I discovered not one, but three bright ladybugs on different bushes.   I smiled, and greeted each one, thankful for her precious blessing.

Enjoy your day, and be expectant of the loving angel messages that wing their way to you.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen


(photo:  web)









Monday, August 6, 2018

On Reflections: An Angel Message



Many years ago, I'll admit it was an oddity to see a funhouse mirror at a children's shoe store at the shopping mall.  The large framed looking glass posted near the door was a delightful distraction.  Making funny faces and gestures, moving up and down, my young son and I giggled at our ridiculous images.  From  giant CONE-HEADS to long-legged characters with GIANT faces that dropped down to our waist, those silly reflections drastically shifted with each move. 

 It was a good lesson in not taking ourselves too seriously.

Turns out, more than a pair of new shoes were bought that day.  The carnival mirror was for sale at a give-away price.  Hauling it home, we were eager to share the fun with the other kids in the neighborhood. 

That old funhouse mirror is now a faded memory, but when I read about reflection in Science and Health with Key to the Scripture, by  Mary Baker Eddy, she states: "Man reflects infinity and this reflection is the true idea of God." (p.258)

Mrs. Eddy goes on to say: "Thou shalt recognize thyself as God's spiritual child only, and the true man and true woman, the all harmonious 'male and female' as of spiritual origin, God's reflection,--wherein and whereby Father, Mother, and child are divine Principle and divine ideas, even the divine 'Us' --one in good, and good in One."

The Truth of who we really are- Spiritual--strips off error's mask. A photo in a camera or a face in the mirror is not the original although it resembles the original. "Man, in the likeness of his Maker, reflects the central light of being, the invisible God." (Science and Health, p. 305)

Those passages reminded me of that old fun house mirror. I could afford to laugh at my exaggerated reflections because I knew they were fake. I didn't need to be depressed and seek outside help to correct that image. I knew the truth. It was only a distortion in the wavy glass. That ridiculous image was not part of the real me. It never could be.  It was a lie.

Knowing more about my divine spiritual heritage when I begin to entertain a thought that is less than perfect such as guilt, sickness, fear, or anger, I can unmask this fake idea and find peace in knowing the truth. That I am perfect, made in the image and likeness of God.  God never changes His mind about us.

Now, when I look in the mirror to comb my hair or brush my teeth, I remember this is not the real me.  I am a Child of Light, now and forever.

One last thing on reflection, something amusing happened last night.  Elliot and I randomly selected an old DVD of The Waltons.   That TV episode, The Prize, brought squeals of laughter to the children as they playfully gazed into the fun-house mirror.  I love the synchronicity. 

You can't make these things happen...thoughts are things. So why not think the best.  God's Thoughts.

Enjoy your day with the Angels. God loves you.


Rae Karen




(photo:  web)

Saturday, August 4, 2018

What are you parroting to yourself? An Angel Message

(Parrot Photo from Wikimedia Commons)

Life can be full of surprising messages.  Many years ago, I walked downtown to meet my girl friend for lunch.  An annual Art Festival had traffic blocked off on Main Street.  Rather than worry Joanna wouldn't be able to park, I decided to give gratitude that she would be guided by the angels to the perfect spot as the restaurant parking lot was also closed. 

As it turned out, she arrived long before me, and had secured a choice table on the patio by the waterfalls.  The restaurant was packed.  I smiled, recognizing things are in divine order.  Joanna had found the last parking space in a nearby lot.  

As I pulled out my chair to join her, a worried woman seated at the table behind me confided that she was meeting someone for the first time; they'd met on the Internet. He was coming from out of town,  where would he park?  

Having just witnessed the angels at work, I told her not to worry, the angels would guide her date to the perfect parking space.  She smiled and took my hand, grateful that we both spoke the same language.  Before long her new friend showed up. 


Outdoors in the fresh air and sunshine, Joanna and I enjoyed a delicious lunch.  Midway our meal, I spotted a shiny penny, a wonderful sign from the angels that everything is in divine order.  A little lizard sunning on the porch railing by the waterfalls scurried away when I pick up the coin.  Detachment is what the lizard teaches, break from the past.  

After lunch, as we were leaving the patio dining area, a table up ahead caught my eye.  A man was busy texting, ignoring his dining guest. What a surprise to see a large feathery white bird seated across from him with a little bowl of water all his own.  I took it to be a toy animal until it tilted its head, and blinked. 

I blurted out, grinning,  "You're REAL!" 

The man put down his phone to put on a show.  

Do you love me?  He asked this beautiful bird.

In amazement, I watched  the animated white parrot hop onto his master's palm. And give him a tender peck on the ear.     

The next command,  Give me a kiss, brought immediate results. 

On cue, the obedient avian planted a smacker right on his master's lips. 

After applauding the performance, Joanna and I moved farther down the row of tables.  That's when I heard the last command.  Now, flick off the nice ladies.  The man laughed.

I glanced back, not sure I'd heard him right.   

I couldn't believe my eyes.  That big feathery white parrot raised his leg up in the air and standing on one foot, stuck a one big talon in my direction. 

Getting the bird from a bird! was way too funny to be insulting.  

"Now you have to give me a kiss," laughingly, I told the parrot, but he just stared and blinked.

Apparently, this man had taught his bird many things. 

Nothing happens at random, so later, I wondered about the unusual encounter.  I looked on-line for  the symbolism of a parrot.   The answer brought a smile.  Parrots are the record keeper for the thoughts you tell yourself.  

What thoughts are you parroting to yourself? 

A quick inventory revealed, often not so positive.

Early the next morning, half asleep in bed, I heard a still small voice,  "Be still and know that I am God."  That was a command worth following.  I relaxed.

The white parrot came to mind.  How he'd been trained to react on command.  I'm like that parrot at times, listening and obeying the ego and not thinking the wonderful thoughts God has about me.  

 The parrot also brought home a lesson on non-reaction. If someone insults you, you don't have to take it seriously.  Just laugh it off and move on.

In the Angel Messages, The Oracle of the Birds.  

"The parrot, with its deafening squawk, rudely awakens us out of our sleep of complacency and spiritual idleness, and urges us to aim for higher things.  It announces: "Take the long, broad grand highway as far as your perspective is concerned, because life is eternal! You are eternal!"

Another parrot recently crossed my path at The Neighborhood Center.  I'd  stopped by to drop off some donations.  On my way out the door, this colorful parrot was on the shelf.    Now Polly stands by my computer, a reminder to watch what I'm parroting to myself and the world.  




This handy little chart - God Has A Positive Answer turned up in a little shop downtown called,  Somewhere in Time.  A wonderful response to our negative ego commands.


YOU SAY - GOD SAYS  
You say:    It's impossible.
God says:  All things are possible.  (Luke 18:27)

You say:    I can't forgive myself.
God says:  I Forgive you. (I John 1:9 & Roman 8:1)

You say:    I feel all alone.
God says:  I will never leave you or forsake you.  (Hebrews 13:5)

You say:    Nobody really loves me.
God says:  I love you.  (John 3:1-6 & John 3:34)

You say:    I can't go on.
God says:  My grace is sufficient.  (II Corinthians 12:9)

You say:    I can't figure things out.
God says:  I will direct your steps.  (Proverbs 3.5-6)

You say:    It's not worth it.
God says:  It will be worth it.  (Roman 8:28)

You say:    I'm too tired.
God says:  I will give you rest.   (Matthew 11:28-30)

You say:    I'm not smart enough.
God says:  I give you wisdom.  (I Corinthians 1:30)

You say:     I can't manage.
God says:  I will supply all your needs.  (Philippians 4:19)

You say:     I'm afraid.
God says:   I have not given you a spirit of fear.  (II Timothy 1:7)


Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen









Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Passing On, How to Prepare Ourselves for the Afterlife: An Angel Message


My dear friend Joanna and I often met for lunch at a quaint restaurant in town. The Olde House Cafe had a garden patio where we would wile away the afternoon pondering the secrets of the universe.  In 2016, Joanna's inquisitiveness about the afterlife ended up in an uplifting book she wrote, Passing On, How to Prepare Ourselves for the Afterlife.  

Some of the questions she attempted to shed light on:

Do we meet up with loved ones after we pass on?

Do we take form as a physical entity or are we pure essence?

Do time and space exist in the afterlife?

What are the characteristics of the afterlife-- is it as joyful, loving as forgiving as those who have undergone a Near-Death Experience claim?

Last week, I found her book, Passing On, tucked away in the hall bookcase. I wondered then about the timing.  We'd had a little disagreement.  I hadn't seen my dear friend for over a year.  Our phone calls had dwindled to an occasional email, a birthday card.  Joanna, a prolific author, was in healing mode while steeped in writing several projects.  Our paths took a different direction.

Then, yesterday an angel whim guided me to do a Google search.

My dear friend had passed on 7/ll.   A wave of conflicting emotions hit me at once. Joy for her graduation, sadness for the loss of her physical presence. 

No wonder I'd felt such a strong urge to drive by her house when in Daytona Beach last Wednesday. The little bridge crossing had been closed, under construction.  My wish to stop by to give her a spontaneous hug had been blocked.

Now I understood why... Joanna had already crossed over to the other side.

Joanna Romer
What a rush of conflicting emotions I had reading about her passing.  Joyful that she had moved on, graduated, finished her work, and let go.  Earthly sorrow to miss her warm laughter and compassionate nature, and all the inspiration we shared over the last eight years.

"Just As It Should Be,"  is one of the many chapters in Passing On that brings understanding.  Everything is perfect as it is.

This played out as I reread a passage I'd quoted in an amazon book review of her first book, Widow:  A Survival Guide for the First Year published in 2012.   Tearfully, I was amazed how that beautiful experience painted the cover of Passing On.  Just as it should be.

"The sun is beginning to sink now, and the light over the ocean is beautiful.  I can't see the sunset here--I'm on the ocean side--but I know when I walk over the little wooden bridge toward the river, I'll see it.  I'll be doing that very soon.  Our recovery is a bit like that--we can't quite see the dazzle of color that we know is us--not quite yet, but the inner light is changing.  We can feel something new and different emerging.  We know that eventually we're going to walk over that bridge into a new and glorious self."





Love and Light,


Rae Karen

Monday, July 30, 2018

A Cypress Pelican: A Buoyant Angel Message

Opening up to receive angel intuitions can be like building a tower with ABC wooden toy blocks.  One block letter of experience stacked onto another similitude, and so on, slowly brings a higher view of greater understanding.

The building materials in our life, what we value, the angels can use as a teaching tool to teach us to go beyond our current limited beliefs.  Symbols represent a spiritual reality that extend beyond the physical object.

Step by step angel clues are revealed without realizing what's up until they are stacked together.  That's the beauty of it all, we can't make anything happen by human planning that will have any lasting happiness.  The joy is in the moment, the eternal present, the Now.

So what does all of this have to do with pelicans?  Synchronicity, of course.  The language of the angels. Let me explain.

An earlier blog describing a spontaneous hike to visit Old Methuselah, the 500-year-old bald cypress, last week brought home another lesson that caught me by surprise this morning.  Cypress trees are symbolic of death, life, and resurrection--the heavens are calling.  I remembered these towering wetland trees also remind us to ponder the meaning underlying our human experiences.

Synchronicity was at play.  Recently I'd sent a friend in Virginia Beach a note card, and, at the last minute, used a special pelican postage stamp on the envelope.  Turns out, her husband had just created a pelican from scratch, and she sent a picture of his favorite avian skillfully made of wood.

Before sun up this morning, an angel message about pelicans floated by as I recalled a small hand-carved pelican that had surfaced at a local thrift shop years ago.  Vaguely, now I wondered if it was made of cypress wood like Old Methuselah.

 Curious, I got out of bed to take a look.  Sure enough, an ugly chunk of old cypress wood had been masterfully transformed into a buoyant pelican, riding the rough surf.  A symbol of hope.
Bottom side of the Cypress Pelican
Hand-carved Cypress Pelican 
Studying the exquisite detail of my long forgotten pelican, brought a smile.  What had been a chunk of twisted, useless wood had become a beautiful symbol of transformation, in the right hands. 

I realized that message of the cypress tree and the pelican was a compound idea of heightened awareness in this world of seeming chaotic constant disruptions.

Pelicans are buoyant and can easily float in all kinds of weather; they are unsinkable.  These magnificent birds plunge straight down into the depths of the sea, and soon pop back up with a fish.

A positive lesson had surfaced --  no matter how hard life gets, no matter how deep down you seem to plunge, you, too, can pop back up to the surface!  Water represents emotions, and with pelican we are reminded how not to be overcome by them, don't sink down to the depths. Rise up and float on the waves.   Renewed buoyancy and unselfishness are the keynote of this precious winged one, also known as a symbol of the Christ.

Enjoy today and give thanks to God and His angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen




Saturday, July 28, 2018

Old Methuselah: An Angel Message

DeLeon Springs, FL
While my brother and his wife were here this week, the angels guided a spontaneous ride to nearby  DeLeon Springs State Park.  The overcast sky looked like it could open up any minute with rain, but we went with the flow.  The clouds held back and we had a good time watching the natural springs pool that produces 19 million gallons of water a day at 72 degrees year round.

Old Methuselah
It began to drizzle and I recalled Old Methuselah, the 500 year-old bald cypress tree.  We headed down the 1/2 mile trail through a forest hammock that led to a flood plain to get a glimpse of majestic old Methuselah.  With no signs to direct, and the only four troopers on this adventure, a peaceful, gentle energy filled the air as we walked underneath a sheltering canopy of tall hardwoods. The home of the wild.  Before long, we were there.  At the end of the trail, Methuselah was still standing tall in the swamp, having survived all the logging through the years.   We give her a cheerful Hooray!


Turns out, a cypress tree represents death, life and resurrection, and often signifies the heavens are calling.  The towering cypress, majestically points toward the sky as a reminder for us to ponder the deeper meaning underlying our experiences.

My grandmother often used the expression:  "As old as Methuselah."   I never had taken the time to look up this Biblical patriarch.  A little research revealed that Methuselah, the son of Enoch was 969 years old and is the longest-lived human in the Bible.  He was related to Noah who built the ark.

I was thankful for our visit with Old Methuselah, and the angel message to ponder the deeper meaning underlying our experiences. 

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Down the Chimney There Arose Such a Clatter! An Angel Message


Nature speaks loudly at times.  Nothing is more unnerving than to be awakened by a loud CRASHING noise.  That's what happened one cold fall morning many years ago. I heard a loud crash downstairs.  Half asleep, my first thought was the heavy glass mobile in the living room had fallen off the patio door.  

But then it happened again.
      
Elliot woke up, and we whispered what to do?  A robber didn't seem likely.  Then a thought came about squirrels.  Recently we'd heard the scampering of little feet in the attic.  

Had a squirrel fallen down the chimney? 

 Grabbing our green terry robes, we ran downstairs. In the living room, a mournful whimpering was coming from the fireplace. Our interloper was alive!  The screeching noise had come from little claws digging into the metal chute to brake the long downward fall.  It had worked.

Elliot ran for his flashlight, and I did my best to comfort our frightened visitor.  Above the loud mews, I spoke lovingly. "It’s okay. We’ll get you out, but we have to find the best way. We're a little afraid of you. And you're afraid of us. So, we all need some understanding here." 

Shining the flashlight through the glass fireplace door, a gray squirrel huddled in the corner, crying.  

Elliot ran to the basement to work on a plan. 

Before long, he returned with a large carpet roll on his shoulder. 

 “So, we’re rolling out the red carpet,” I laughed, as he set the carpet on-end to make a tall fence from the fireplace to the sun deck.  

No detours allowed!   

Holding up my end of the rug, the maze was set.  I leaned over to open the fireplace door, expecting a mad dash to freedom, but no action.

From that vantage point, we saw not one, but two little gray squirrels, trembling, huddled together, in tears. 

To our surprise, with the door of freedom opened wide, the wayward pair stayed put.
    
To give nature a helping hand, we opened the deck door.  Cold, brisk air swept into the living room.  So cold that after a minute, we laughed, at the sight of our breath in the frosty air.  

But the squirrels still stayed put.  

St. Francis, the Patron Saint for Animals was called on, but those two big human faces peering over the rug must have made the journey high risk. 

In the chill, we stood in our bathrobes, waiting.  Time seemed to stand still.  Patience was ebbing as we asked the angelic beings for help.  Also, we asked the Holy Spirit for a holy relationship with the fearful squirrels. 

Soon, Elliot was guided to gently tap on the fireplace stove. 

That did it!

One furry gray head popped out. The cautious type, his brown eyes looked both ways before he took a leap of faith. Stop. Look. Leap. -- that was his technique.  Methodically,  one leap at a time, he made tracks on the designated path across the living room and out the open deck door.  Back in the fresh air, we smiled, as he slowly climbed up the deck railing, and carefully down the wood post, to safely return to the woods. 

One down!...we cheered.

Now, our focus turned to the last squirrel.  Alone, she shivered, too scared to move until Elliot was guided to pull the log grate forward with the iron poker. 

That did it!  Safer to leave than to stay,  a streak of gray fur shot down the red carpet lined path, leaped up on the deck,  like a Olympic gymnast she flew through the air and bounced onto a straggly tree branch. I could almost hear her joyful, "HIP HIP HOORAY!" as she ran for the goal.  Home.

Their special delivery wake up call that morning seemed important.  A quick research on squirrel symbolism revealed a need for balance between work and play, and to be prepared.   On that chilly autumn morning, little did we know that in a few months, we too would go tumbling down the chute in search of a new home in Virginia Beach.  

Postscript: Something amusing happened just now as I was writing the clattering squirrel blog.  I kid you not!  There was a loud crash in the living room!  I called out to Elliot from my computer in the den.  "Are you okay?"  He came out of his office and together we looked around the living room to see what had caused the disruption.  

The picture frame TV antenna had somehow fallen off the windowsill.  It must have hit the ceramic bowl of decorative rocks, knocking one onto the floor.  What joy when I turned over the smooth stone.  The word SMILE turned up!  I had to laugh. 
Smile Rock Hit the Floor

An angel figurine stands on high in that window, one that reminds me of my mother, now an angel.  Hmmm... kind of makes you wonder.  My brother is coming for a visit today!  Mom's no doubt smiling down on us.


Mom's Amazing Grace Angel in the Window
I'm smiling with my antenna up, and the SMILE rock on the windowsill.

Have a joyful day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen