Okay, maybe I'm going a little nuts...but...yesterday I was eating pistachio nuts, shucking the shells in a little pile on the sofa. Elliot's stash, I usually shy away not being a big fan, but chomping away I got hooked on the flavor. Until I tried opening the last one. This particular nut was too hard to crack. Turning it over, what a surprise. A comical little face was staring at me! It had been naturally etched by the pistachio nut itself. My angel for the day had been JOY. "There's your next blog," Elliot said, as we shared a good laugh. Since I didn't have the heart to eat him, Mr. Pistachio is now resting in my nature keepsake box.
His unexpected appearance made me a little curious. I looked up the meaning on line. In Ancient Persia it has been said that lovers used to meet under the pistachio tree and listen to the crackling of nuts in the moonlight, which was a sign they'd be happy. I also learned that hearts are a universal symbol of love and pistachios can keep ours healthy, along with a good dose of laughter every day.
Later, I found a little booklet on joy. Are you known by your joy? This is a question we should ask ourselves every now and then. In Psalm 16:11, it says: "In thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."
Enjoy your day with the Angels.
Love and joyful blessings,