I didn't think there would be an angel blog for today. But when I looked up after our morning meditation, this lone sunflower on the dining room table seemed to smile otherwise. Energetic and bright, I noticed how it was deliberating aiming to reach the light.
That's the beauty of a sunflower. It constantly turns its smiling face toward the sun, a behavior called phototropism. It faces west at sunset, and swings around to the east at sunrise, greeting the morning light. The golden petals of this dynamic flower bring a heartwarming message to be on the lookout for upcoming opportunities of happiness and health. Stay focused on the light. All is well.
Elliot called me to the kitchen last night. While washing the dishes at the kitchen sink, he happened to look up. A bulging pair of eyes was staring at him through the glass windowpane. Knowing frog is the acronym for Fully Rely On God, I hurried to take a look at the little fellow.
Sure enough, he was still there, clinging to the glass, gills steadily puffing in and out. The lamp on the windowsill was attracting bugs to the light, and this cute little treefrog was just where he needed to be to get a good meal. Funny that his two fingers were giving the "Peace" sign. After greeting him, I returned to the living room, happy to receive another message from the angels to FROG it. Fully Rely On God.
Before turning in for the night, I checked the kitchen window again. What a surprise...another tree frog had appeared at the window. Much bigger than the first. Two frogs! Double FROG power.
So whatever you may be facing today, remember to Fully Rely On God. He loves you. Be at peace. All is well.
You can imagine the look of surprise on my face yesterday when I checked the mail. The cover of AAA Travel magazine's Sept/Oct issue featured a GIRAFFE, and making a change. An amazing confirmation of the Bashful Giraffe Angel blog published only two days ago in which the angels talked about giraffe representing farsightedness, and willingness to make a change. (See blog link below.)
You can't make these things happen. Synchronicity was at play, bringing an angel message. I smiled at the colorful sunset photo of a giraffe roaming free on the African plains as I stared at the caption:
ONE SMALL CHANGE
CAN MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE The angels are whispering LOUD. In this case, it's an option to go paperless with the AAA magazine and enter to win a free trip to South Africa. But, as with most angel messages, it speaks to the heart of the person, subtly or not so, in order to guide and direct to greater freedom. Who knows, maybe we'll take a trip to Africa? Whatever the case, change is a good thing...big or small...it begins with our own thoughts. Thoughts are things. Enjoy your day with the angels. Love and joyful blessings, Rae Karen P.S. Click link to visit the previous giraffe symbolism and change blog Bashful Giraffe Blog
When Elliot and I lived in Virginia Beach, a favorite treat was to visit the Norfolk Zoo on Sunday afternoons. Giraffes, the tallest mammals on Earth, were spectacular to watch. Their lean and lanky legs are taller than most people. That's why their long spotted neck is too short to reach the ground. Giraffes were meant to be fed at lofty heights.
Funny how you can take a picture, and then years later, find it will bring fresh insight to your soul. That's what happened when I recently came across this amusing photo of a giraffe at the Norfolk Zoo. At first glance, the bashful giant seems to be playing a game of Hide and Seek. She may be fooling herself, but others can clearly see her enormous stature.
I revisited the esoteric meaning of this beautiful, regal animal. Giraffe represents farsightedness. In Animal-Speak Pocket Guide, Ted Andrews writes: "Giraffe brings a message to be alert as to what is coming. You can see what others cannot. Do not resist moving into new areas."
I noticed the pattern of markings on the giraffe's body are like different sizes and shapes of a giant jigsaw puzzle in majestic motion. These spots are like human fingerprints as no two giraffes have identical patterns.
Enjoy your day with the angels. Expect signs and wonders to cross your path, leading you to stretch beyond your comfort zone, and head in the right direction to share your wonderful gifts. You are not alone. God is Love. His angels are with you. Be true to yourself.
One last thing about the giraffe...it can make flute-like sounds and low pitches beyond the range of human hearing. It has a voice.
Yesterday I found this amusing old photo in my computer. Several years ago, a friend had emailed it while on a Caribbean cruise. The cute, little monkey riding on her back at a wildlife refuge reminded me of my own monkey mind; my ego's constant chatter, with the attention span of a gnat.
A blog was stirring.
I emailed my friend for permission to use her photo. Synchronicity was at play. Turns out, she's taking a spiritual class at church and they were just talking about the monkey mind, and how to be aware and concentrate. She had tried one of the exercises today, which was: "Do only one thing at a time." Eat breakfast and not read or work a crossword puzzle while eating. "I almost made it, but picked up the puzzle before I finished eating." She laughed. "I will keep trying."
More monkey business was at hand when I discovered a retro optical illusion postcard arrived that I had ordered last week. Look at the picture, Woman or Chimp? You decide.
Woman or Chimp?
Vintage Optical Illusion Postcard
As far as handling my monkey, I've found that morning meditation helps to quiet my mind, as well as starting each day with gratitude. And, most of all, to live each moment in the now.
Have a joyful day with your angels, and watch your focus.
Be An Angel Day on August 22, turned out to be full of angelic surprises, with opportunities for sharing and extending love to neighbors. The actions were spontaneous and fun, not to mention healing. In the late afternoon, while on our way to a meeting in town, plans suddenly changed when I felt a need to return home to use the bathroom. Elliot pulled the car in the driveway and stopped near the back door so I could make a mad dash inside.
Afterwards, we decided to skip the meeting and spend a quiet evening at home.
While having dinner, I happened to look up. I was startled to see an angel silhouette glowing in a sparkling patch of sunlight over the living room door! Joyful, like a kid at Christmas, I got up from the dinner table to take a photo. Nothing like this had ever appeared at our living door. The timing was pretty amazing, and gave me peace that all things work together for good.
We welcomed the Be An Angel Day messenger at the doorway! Puzzled by the unusual emanation, I wondered how it happened. The angels in the window by the door had the wrong profile. Elliot told me to touch the Amazing Grace angel in the window across the room. The silhouette disappeared.
Elliot figured out the sun's bright reflection off our white car in the drive had lit up that particular high window and the silhouette of our sweet little Amazing Grace angel was posed at just the right angle. She appeared as an angel at the front door.
Amazing Grace Angel
That whole experience was such an unexpected, uplifting gift. Angels are real, and the more we honor their presence as a gift from the Creator, the more love, joy, and peace will be made evident, no matter what our circumstances may be. Angels deliver, with the grace of God. We are never left alone and comfortless.
In 1993, angel author Jayne Howard Feldman established August 22 as National Be An Angel Day. Angels uplift us, and in gratitude for their loving service, people are encouraged to perform random acts of kindness and help those in need on this special day. Use Be An Angel Day to reach out, a small act of kindness goes a long way in bringing a touch of heaven to earth. Enjoy Happy Be An Angel Day! Rae Karen
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.
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.
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
Elaine from the Philippines:
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
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
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. Inthe 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
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.
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."