Thursday, March 4, 2021

Turkeys on Parade: An Angel Message

 Yesterday morning, no sooner had I said something about expecting good things to come when a sudden treat from nature appeared. A welcome sign of thanksgiving and abundance.  The wild turkeys were back, (after a year) roaming the pasture.    

What happened next, caught me by surprise.  Old Tom Turkey fluttered his wings and landed on the wooden fence post. 

He jumped down onto the driveway, and his hens immediately followed his lead.  


Soon the happy Thanksgiving messengers were on parade toward the sun-room.  

There had been four in the pasture.  Where was the missing one? 

My eyes traveled toward the fence.  

There he was--strutting back in forth, in a panic!  Not sure how to get over the fence to follow the others.  

We all have felt that way at certain times in life-- held back by unexpected barriers not of our own making.  

I could feel the young turkey's distress.  

Remembering an opening in the fence where the sandhill cranes come and go, I wondered if he could be shown that exit.  Since I was barefoot, and time was a factor, I asked Elliot to go out and talk to the turkey...maybe he could lead him to freedom somehow.   

Elliot was puzzled what to do, as he went out the door, saying he'd ask the angels for help.  Walking slowly toward the pent-up turkey pacing by the fence, an idea came.


That loud NOISE did it!  

Instantly the turkey flew over the fence!  

Soon he was strutting freely across the yard to eagerly join his family.  In a moment of fear, he had done it.  He did it afraid, taking flight to freedom, perhaps for the very first time.    

That's so true of human nature, too.  Often it may take a jolt to get us to bolt into the right direction, finding inner strengths, qualities, and possibilities that have long been dormant.   We take a leap of faith, and do it.   

In her book, Animal Messengers, Regula Meyer writes:  The message of the turkey is to give yourself, unquestioningly and boundlessly.  Give yourself up, give in to life.  Immerse yourself to the fullest in your life's narrative.  Now is not the time to set boundaries and modify the events and relationships you live through, but to let them happen.  In external self-abandonment, discover internal self-development. 

I'm so thankful for the lessons from the angels of nature. It makes life more meaningful and takes us to a deeper level of understanding.  The outer is always a reflection of the inner.   

Love and peace,

Rae Karen


Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Watchful Weaving: An Angel Message

You might have noticed a big gap in my blogging last month.  It just wasn't happening.  Nature kept showing up, but I was feeling flat.  Then something else creative snagged my attention. Suddenly with the help of a neighbor, I got hooked on relearning to crochet.

What began as a skinny 56-ft. long blue chain of yarn, steadily began to shape into a birthday gift for my son.  Racing the clock, one afternoon, I happened to look up.  

A big garden spider was on the sun-room slider, looking in at me.  I laughed.  

The conversation had been on creativity, and here was the spider cheering me on.   Create! Create! Create!  Spider teaches that everything that you do now is weaving what you will encounter in the future.

Line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little, there a little, the goal is reached.  When the royal blue afghan was finished in less than two weeks, perseverance and patience had paid off.  And, in hindsight,  almost a mile of yarn had been woven in a labor of love, building muscles I didn't know I had. :-D

The angels remind us to take it one day at a time, to do our best, and leave the rest to God.  Expect the best.  Heavenly help is near, offering comfort, strength, wisdom, and guidance.  All is well. 

Peace and Love,

Rae Karen

Saturday, February 27, 2021

The Gift of Light: An Angel Message

Last night, a sudden angel message invited me to step outside to star gaze. Something I haven't done in years.  I was glad I listened.  The Big Dipper hung motionless in a clear dark sky and a spray of dancing stars glittered across an expansive ebony canvas.  

Turning around, to look for the full moon, there she was.  Shining above the roof, a complete circle of radiant light. I stepped back to admire the wonder of it all.  To my delight, the view had shifted through the lens, embracing leafy treetop branches.  What joy to see heaven and earth in sacred union had created something new, a glowing "garden ball." 

The camera bounced as I looked higher, trying to steadily explore the effulgence of the moon.  It seemed to shine bright in gratitude for the gift of light from the sun.   

The angels invite us to become aware in each moment that more is going on than meets the eye.  Expect gifts from the Father of lights, and rejoice.  All is well.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Putting a Spin on the Day: An Angel Message

This morning the happy sound of squirrels scampering on the roof brought a smile.  Those rascals like to scale the tall tree next to the sun-room, and make a leap onto the roof in a friendly game of chase.  A reminder from nature to balance both work and play.  

More activity was in the works later in the day.  Around 11:30, Elliot and I had parked our lawn chairs on the driveway to soak up some sunshine. Suddenly there was a stirring in the air. A rush of action.  I heard the steady rhythm of pounding hooves in the pasture next-door! 

 A young buck appeared on the run, sprinting across the pasture, heading our way!  I saw his big brown eyes look at me as he thundered toward the fence to make a break for it.

"Lookout, a deer is coming!" I warned Elliot as we froze in our seats watching him charge toward the fence. 

What happened next took my breath away.    

To our amazement,  the powerful young buck had built up enough dynamic momentum to leap the fence gracefully in a single bound.   

Without breaking stride, his hooves safely hit the paved driveway as we watched him navigate 25-feet from us.  A detour through the palm trees startled a large sand hill crane feeding.  With ruffled feathers, it squawked, avoiding a collision.  It spread its wings and flew over the fence.  The deer kept its pace through the front yard, then circled the neighbor's house, and disappeared around the corner, heading towards the woods, having cleared the obstacle course. 

That sudden BURST of unexpected activity put a spin on me.  A rush of healing tears caught me off-guard.  I will never forget that moving display of poetry in motion, grace and agility and boundless freedom.  

 I remembered deer is a symbol of being lured on a new adventure, but this seemed accelerated.  

Wanting to know more, later I looked up the symbolism of the deer.  Deer is also a time to be gentle with yourself and others.  A new innocence and freshness is about to be awakened or born.  Ask yourself these important questions:

Are you trying to force things?

Are others?

Are you being too critical and uncaring of yourself?

When deer appears, there is an opportunity to express gentle love that will open new doors of adventure to you.  Follow the lure to new studies.  Move gently into new areas.  Practical pursuits bring surprising rewards.

The timing was good as I'd been dealing with a bout of low self-esteem.  My ego likes to take a poke at me when I'm doing something kind and helpful. 

What messages are coming to you today?  How is God communing with you? Take the deer's message to heart, and be more gentle and loving with yourself.  God loves you. All is well.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen


Tuesday, February 23, 2021

More Red in Sight: An Angel Message

 Often I doubt my own intuition or question my vision when things appear unlikely or oddly out of place.  A lesson taught me better today.  Stopping off at the rural community postal boxes to pick up the mail, something unusual caught my eye.   Off in the distance, it appeared that a white hen was loose in the cow pasture.  Never having seen any barnyard fowl in the area, I dismissed it as a couple of white ibis feeding close together.

On the way home, upon closer inspection, I could see that I'd been right all along.  It was a hen! I laughed, pleased with my first observation.   Calling out in hopes of a photo, to my surprise, it boldly strutted up to the fence. Tossing back its fine red combed head, the wattle beneath its chin flapped with enthusiasm as I heard the distinct but familiar greeting: COCKA DOODLE DOODLE DOO! 

WOW!  I love it.  There's always a need to stay open minded. Wonderful messages from nature appear in all forms.  Roosters are symbols of the sun, resurrection, protection, and fertility.  When a rooster enters your life, it signals that the time to rise and shine has come.  A time to rejoice the dawning of a new day as we move from darkness into light. 


A resurrection message we can all take to heart and learn from. A time to rise and shine.   I'm so thankful for the guardian angels who are here helping us walk in the light, day by day.  The best is yet to  be.

Love and peace,


Rae Karen 




Saturday, February 20, 2021

Seeing Red: An Angel Message

 With Perseverance, a 2200-lb. Rover, makings it final descent to the Red Planet on February 18th,  red appears to be the color theme of the week.  It has nothing to do with politics as I sit here blogging in an old red sweater.  This morning a juvenile hawk delivered a splash of color.  It made a landing on top of the old dead tree as Elliot and I were discussing the timing of  NASA's latest achievement on Mars. A massive parachute, bungie cords, and retro rockets were part of the Rover's smooth landing in the crater where it will gather red rocks and look for past life during the next three months.

 As for our winged messenger perched on the treetop, the angels surely had a hand in the long-range photo-op because the young hawk rotated his head to look my way just as I took the picture from the sun-room window.  It wasn't until later, when the photos were uploaded on my laptop, that I could clearly see what I got!  A big red tail feather sticking out like a calling card!  I laughed, as it instantly revealed the type of hawk he is.  

In hindsight, the color red brings to mind Valentine hearts and February is Heart Month.  The red-tail feather is perhaps a sign to come from our heart rather than from our head in relationships with others as well as with ourselves.

 A review of its symbolism was meaningful.  To the Pueblo, the red-tailed hawk was known as red eagle.  To the Ojibwa it represented leadership, deliberation, and foresight.  According to Animal-Speak, the red of the red-tail reflects a greater intensity of energy at play within your life.  An intensity of physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual forces.  This powerful bird is a catalyst, stimulating hope and new ideas.  It also signals a need to be open to the new. The Red-Tailed Hawk can awaken visionary power and lead you to your life purpose.  A messenger bird, wherever it shows up, pay attention.  There's a message coming.

So take a hint from this bright red tail feather as a calling card for you. It has winged its way to your mailbox with a message of hope and creativity.  New ideas are coming to help you fulfill your life's purpose.   Keep on persevering. The best is yet to be.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen


Friday, February 19, 2021

The Angel Oak: An Angel Message

I have always loved the trees, so imagine my delight in finding an old tourist postcard of a 1400-year-old tree named Angel Oak, after its original owners.  The amazing tree is deeply rooted on John's Island in South Carolina.  It's trunk measures 25-feet, and the largest limb is 11-feet thick and 89-feet long.   With a limb spread of 160-feet, Angel Oak provides shade to over than 17,000 square feet. 
The British actress, Judy Dench's 2017 documentary popped up on my feed today.  My Passion for Trees
 Enjoy the peaceful journey through nature on her scientific quest to know more about her tree friends on her property in England.  
Once I met an old cedar tree in a church courtyard in St. Augustine.  A plaque with this message from the tree was posted by its trunk.  

Behold me! 
The silent witness.
I have known it all.
Listen to me as I speak through the wind. 
I am a child of God.
Just as you. 
He sends me water from the clouds. 
He sends me light and warmth of the Sun to nourish me. 
 It is my responsibility to provide you with clean air and shade.
 I shelter you and keep you. 
Beneath my boughs, deer have grazed, 
and Native children played. 
Beneath me I have seen the vices of men: greed, ambition, deceit, 
And the virtues of Faith, courage, compassion, heroism.
Even self-sacrifice.
I am a child of God, 
Just as you. 
 Learn from those who have gone before.
 Bend, but hold your truths; stay strong and persevere, as I have.
 Come, don't be shy; place your hand upon me. 
I will share my strength with you. 
God has given us all many gifts. 
Rejoice in them, share them. 
I am a child of God, Just as you. We are all God's children."
May you feel a closer walk with nature today as you pass by the trees along your path, or simply gaze in appreciation for the view from your window. 
Love and peace,
Rae Karen

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Jumping Through Clouds: An Angel Message

What does an impromptu road trip to Saint Augustine and a lone windswept skydiver have in common?

It all began when doubt crept up about the wisdom of taking such a drive that morning.  As much as I love St. Augustine something was amiss.  But the day was so beautiful that even the warning screech of the hawks flying over as we got in the car couldn't sway our decision to seize the day.

About five miles from home,  an inner pressure nudged me to call it off.  We had packed a picnic lunch and it seemed like all systems were go, but still...  

 When I told Elliot, he said, sometimes we shrink back instead of pushing forward.  So why not just keep driving and at anytime along the way we could turn around?  At that point, I spotted a bus parked at the transportation terminal with the words FLOW in big bold letters.  

The rural ride down Marsh Road, bordered by old trees and pastures, was pleasant to the eyes in the morning sunshine.  

Then something unusual caught my attention as we drove by a country house with a large yard.  

Had a  skydiver drifted miles from Skydive DeLand? Something I read about from time to time, but never witnessed.

 The parachutist appeared in the distance, gathering his expansive red, white, and blue nylon chute. An angel thought whispered as we quickly drove by, he may need a ride. The Perfect Spot at Skydive University was over five miles away. And, his patriotic chute...was a clear sign for our country to come together.

When I told Elliot ...he turned the car around, and we pulled up just as the wayward skydiver had opened the front gate to the road. 

Sam was all smiles as he bunched up his RED/WHITE/BLUE chute and climbed into the backseat. To my surprise, he wasn't a novice.  Sam had been jumping out of planes since 1991.  

Do these kinds of things happen often? I asked. 

 His eyes widened.  This was the worst. 

With windy conditions like today, our group had jumped through the clouds and were disoriented.  Drifting downward, out of the clouds, there was no place to land.  "I thought I'd end up hanging from a tree top out in the countryside! Or worse, dangling from a power line along the road!"

Drifting lower to the ground, at the last minute, enough wind enabled me to safely maneuver a landing inside the fenced yard.  

On the return ride to Skydive Deland, Sam was surprised by how far he had drifted.  That would have been some walk!  

Turns out his family of two green feathered parrots were waiting for him.  A cute pair of Quaker parrots also known as Monk parrots.  I got a photo of Sam with his patriotic chute, and his birds parked outside his camper. 

Did you see our license plate? I asked, with a laugh.  What you have to go through to meet some people!

He smiled, snapping the ANGEL LOVE plate to show who gave him a lift.  

The angels had turned us around, and so we, too, re-calibrated and made local plans for the day.  Thankful to have been on the road in a time of need.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen


Sunday, January 24, 2021

A Radiant Single Heart: An Angel Message

 This morning's heavy rain didn't stay around for long.  The skies cleared in the afternoon, and to my surprise, LOVE was in the forecast.  From the sun-room window, I happened to look out. Above our neighbors' roof, something unusually wonderful caught my attention.   

Was there really a golden heart leaf clinging to a naked vine? 

I grabbed my camera to zoom in, not trusting my vision.  It may seem strange, but the sight of that lone golden heart radiating a message of love on such a gray day was uplifting.  Later, I noticed the heart was perfectly positioned on a vine directly below the thick communication cables. 

I was thankful for the angel message from nature that love makes all the difference.  Why not let love underscore all of our communications with each other, and ourselves today.  The world is in need of tenderness and healing. 

Peace and love to you all,

Rae Karen

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

A Lesson on Resilence: An Angel Message

The Angel of Resilience reminded me of a lesson my husband, Elliot, and I learned many years ago.  While living in Virginia Beach, we were driving along Bird Neck Road one windy morning when we saw an unusual sight.   

Uncle Sam’s over-sized  RED, WHITE, and BLUE striped TOP HAT was rolling along the curbside--
keeping pace with the ongoing traffic!  The bareheaded Liberty Tax  man stood on the corner, his striped trousers flapping like a pair of  patriotic flags in the wind.

It didn't seem like a good omen for Uncle Sam to lose his hat.  Like two super heroes, we playfully set out to restore justice.  Laughing, we tracked the colorful TOP HAT as it rolled safely by the curb.  The momentum kept up for quite a distance as if it had a life force of its own. 

Then up ahead, it suddenly came to a stop. 

This was my chance!  I jumped out of the car, making a run for it.  

But just as I reached for the wide blue brim, the wind playfully whisked it from my imminent grasp. Down the curbside, it rolled like a wheel on its merry way, with me lagging behind.   

A tease,  it stopped several more times.  
But, again, before I could grab it, away it spun.  
I began to feel like a fool chasing an illusive butterfly.  Embarrassed and winded, I gave up and returned to the car. 

But then something made us continue the the colorful hat rolled ahead of us down the road.   Then we watched in dismay as it suddenly changed direction, and spun out on the busy road.  Artfully it dodged several tires, and luck soon ran out.  

Flattened like a patriotic pancake, Uncle Sam's hat laid in the road. 

 Our mission had been foiled. We were ready to give up the chase.  

But to our surprise, a sudden gust of wind popped that lifeless old hat back into shape, as good as new!  

We laughed, and the chase was on again.  

Another break came when unexpectedly it rolled into a parking lot and stopped, right side up.   The game was over.

 Elliot sped into the lot and pulled up beside the wide brimmed hat. Quickly, he opened the driver's door and reached down to nab the prize.  Victory! Mission accomplished. 

Before long, a smiling Uncle Sam was once again gratefully reunited with his top hat, thanks to the angels who helped us keep at it.     
That playful lesson brings to mind how sometimes we may be so close to reaching a goal when suddenly it is whisked away, leaving us feeling completely crushed. But just like that patriotic top hat, the Holy Spirit (often described as the Wind or Breath of God) will suddenly breathe new life into us, and we will pop back into shape, ready to roll on to victory.  

So the angels remind us: Don't ever give up!  The best is yet to be.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

Monday, January 18, 2021

In Honor of Dr. Martin Luther King: An Angel Message

Today we celebrate the birthday of a great soul.  Great souls enter this world to evoke great transformation, to dream a new dream.  Dr. Martin Luther King had a powerful mission that he took to heart as he walked courageously through the fiery furnace of racial injustice.  As a Baptist minister, he knew angels were helping those who worked for justice. He wrote: 

"The universe is under the control of a loving purpose, and that in the struggle for righteousness man has cosmic companionship (angels). Behind the harsh appearance of the world there is a benign power." 

May we each do our part, with God's representatives, to recognize the divine control of  Love's dominion.  May we practice non-violence, forgiveness, and brotherly/sisterly love to bring a touch of heaven on our daily walk to fulfill Dr. King's dream. 
Love and peace,
Rae Karen


Photo: Wikimedia Images

Friday, January 8, 2021

Relying on Spirit: An Angel Message

 On my morning walk yesterday, I was deep in thought about our nation, and the great need for healing prayers.  Up ahead, an unusual sight caught my eye.  A young white egret was foraging on the lawn and bushes in search of sustenance.   I sent out a blessing for him to find food.  

Around the bend, the bench by the community lake was so inviting, I sat down to rest in the sunshine to reflect on yesterday's sad events.   

To my surprise, an American flag, on a tall pole on the other side of the lake cast a reflection on the clear waters.  The red, white and blue stripes waved in the ripples. 

To my surprise, that young egret, on the path, soon waded right by me in the shallow waters at the lake's edge. So focused on the goal, he didn't pay any attention to me.  I watched those golden eyes narrow as he spotted something beneath the surface.  In record speed, his sharp yellow beak speared the waters. Breakfast--in one gulp. 

I could see the stringy water weeds, snagged on his dark stick-like legs, as he slowly waded on, one step at a time. Focused on the water, he stopped to wait.  Soon, another opportunity appeared.  Vigilance and patience had paid off. 

As he stood still in the warmth of the sun, his feathery white neck turned to stretch into the letter "S", glistening in the light. "S" for Spirit.

 I was thankful for the timely message to rely on Spirit, and to assert ourselves when opportunities appear.

This morning, the angels must have wanted to make sure I got the message.  A baby white egret, with soggy feathers from last night's rain, ventured close to the sun-room.  I'd never seen one so young.  Soon, her wings opened and she took to the sky on a quest. 

I was thankful for yet another angelic message from nature to rely on Spirit, and keep our thoughts and prayers on-high.  The best is yet to come.


 Love and peace,

Rae Karen

(photo: from Lake Helen last fall)