Coming home, as I reached the backdoor, what a surprise! Seven blooms on the wild buttercup plant! The most yet. As you can see the plant is still growing strong, thriving in the crack at the doorstep. Through all kinds of weather, she has gained strength, branching out and reaching up for the light. A good message for us all in these challenging times. Against all odds, with Christ's love, we have what it takes to persevere and grow through adversity to victory. It just takes a little faith...the size of a mustard seed.
On my last birthday, I bought myself a kaleidoscope at the gift shop in St. Augustine. It's amazing to turn the lens and playfully watch all the different patterns of beauty appear like a stain glass window. The following quote by James Allen in his book, As A Man Thinketh,
illumines the power of our thinking.
The world is your kaleidoscope,
and the varying combinations of colors
which at every succeeding moment it presents to you
are the exquisitely adjusted pictures of your ever moving thoughts.
What a great metaphor on the power of personal observation, and the responsibility that comes to light with it. How are my own thoughts coloring my world? Love or fear. Harmony or discord. Joy or Sadness?
If everything is consciousness, it's important to watch what we're creating as we go about our day. Our thoughts will not be kept secret for long as they quickly become habits that soon develop into circumstances. I've been trying to put into practice this important discipline whenever I feel my critical thoughts pulling me down, getting the best of me. 1. Don't judge. 2. Don't react. 3. Extend love. It takes vigilance, but something I continue to work on. God is Love. God is All. And when I stay focused on the light of that truth, I can experience a sweet harmony even in the midst of outer chaos. It happens one step at a time. Enjoy your day with the Angels! Rae Karen (photo from the web)
In late August, while sitting on a bench at the Fountain of Youth Park in St. Augustine, I wondered where all the peacocks were? It was a late summer afternoon, with a soft breeze coming in from the inlet.
Peacocks always brighten my day so I quietly asked the angels, if we were supposed to see one, it would just show up. On our last visit, in May, there had been quite a party of exquisite fanning peacocks to help celebrate my birthday.
The angels were at work because before long, a lone peacock appeared in the parking lot. I was thankful for the sighting. Elliot and I curiously watched as it busily pecked in between the shiny grill work on a parked SUV.
Elliot joked. He's doing a maintenance check Oil. Washer fluid.
Amused, I wondered if it was a way to sharpen his beak.
What happened next caught me by surprise.
A sightseeing trolley, packed with tourists, pulled up in the parking lot. The driver/guide spotted the alpha peacock, who had since moved away from the car.
Through the trolley loudspeaker, the tour guide told the visitors that the peacocks were in molting season. They were shedding their showy train of feathers, but they would regrow in time for mating season in the spring.
So, now I had the answer as to why these beauties were few and far between. I had no idea that the peacocks lost their beautiful tail feathers each year.
Another lesson was forming, though.
A lesson to watch what you put out there, because it will come right back in your face!
What that driver said next, got my dander up!
His boisterous voice rang out from the loudspeaker, "Peacocks are about the dumbest birds around!" He shared a personal story about an experience he had one day. While waiting for a tour group, he had watched that stupid alpha peacock attack its own reflection. It had pecked away at a car bumper for over an hour. "How STUPID is that?" He bellowed.
I wanted to jump up off the park bench, and speak favor over these exotic birds, but I didn't.
He went on to brag how he had shouted at that alpha peacock, calling it names. "STUPID! DUMB! YOU'RE PART OF THE PHEASANT FAMILY, AND LIKE YOUR ANCESTORS, YOU WOULD MAKE A DELICIOUS MEAL!" He laughed.
That apparently did it! The peacock sprang into action, squawking LOUD! It flew up on the hood of the trolley car, pecking at it.
I had compassion for all of those visitors on vacation, especially for those on a once-in-a-lifetime visit to St. Augustine. They had gotten an earful. Elliot and I watched with a sigh of relief as that menacing driver pulled out of the parking lot, proud as a peacock, hauling a train full of wide-eyed tourists.
What a trip!
We are teaching all of the time. And, this was one of those instances that speaks so clearly the lesson it conveys. I asked the angels for patience and forgiveness.
After the trolley had gone, peace returned and I softly called to the peacock. I told him that he was not stupid, and that he was a beautiful gift from God. And, to ignore what that driver had said about him. We loved him. God loved him.
To my surprise, the peacock came close to the bench, and peeked through a leafy branch. His train was bedraggled, missing the 6-ft long feathery turquoise eyelet quills. But, he was still beautiful to me, and a messenger to stay watchful for my own thoughts and actions. Am I bringing more love to the world, or not. Am I wasting precious time pecking away at myself, not recognizing the mirror of my own excessive self-absorbed actions. That what I perceive as an attack from another is only an unhealed aspect of myself?
Watchfulness is the keyword of the peacock because of its many feathery eyes. Autumn is a time of turning, a season to willingly let go of the old to make way for the new. Like the trees and the peacocks, shed what no longer works, and joyfully look forward to a springtime resurrection.
Yesterday while on a drive to the lake, this huge old tortoise crossed the road in the town of Lake Helen. Excitedly, I whipped out my phone camera, amazed at how fast those short little legs were making tracks over the grassy field.
Elliot laughed, reminding me that the tortoise won the race with the over-confident hare. Rarely do we see turtles, especially an enormous, ancient-looking tortoise traveling the road, with years and years of experience. With his house on his back, he is always at home, wherever he goes.
Our fellow journeyer, seemed to say, Keep on moving toward the goal, doing your best day by day, and you will be victorious. If the odds seem against you, whatever you do, don't give up! With God all things are possible.
Recently an angel postcard came in the mail from a new postcrossing friend in Germany. She interpreted the German quote for me.
Angel In life, there are sometimes moments when a person comes to meet us, as an angel, to help us or to speak a word that will remain unforgettable. --Dan Lindholm
Sometimes an opportunity comes along, out of the blue, to be an angel for someone. It's not always convenient, but well worth the effort. Several years ago, Elliot and I were walking around downtown, enjoying a leisurely afternoon. A man in his twenties approached us asking for a gas can. His car had run out of gas in the NO PARKING ZONE on busy New York Avenue and he was afraid he'd get a ticket.
We suggested he try the nearby hardware store.
"I don't have enough money to get a new one." He said, before walking away.
Something didn't feel quite right as Elliot and I returned to the parking lot, leaving him alone to solve his problem. But neither of us had felt a strong nudge to go the extra mile. Just as I was about to get into our car, another man walked by wearing a JUST DO IT! T-shirt.
Recognizing an angel assignment, we set out on a mission, and drove by his parked car. We had plans to return home, get our gas can, fill it up at the station, and he'd be on the move. Only he wasn't there by his car. We went on with our plans anyway, but when we stopped by again, he still wasn't anywhere around.
It seemed like a lost cause, but then an angel thought said, just be patient, so we waited. Minutes passed, and I tried to send him a mental message to return to his car. His problem had been solved.
Time passed, with no sign of him. Another angel thought prompted me to affirm: "Divine Mind (God) knows where this young man is."
I listened for guidance. An idea came to me. Go to The Christian Science Reading Room across the street. My friend was working the desk that afternoon. Maybe she had seen him?
Guidance was correct. The young man had stopped there for help. She had given him some money and a container for gas. He had headed for the nearest gas station several blocks away. We drove up to the gas station to give him a ride, but he was no where to be seen en route or there.
The word "Patience" kept coming to us. Don't give up.
So once again, we returned to his empty vehicle to wait. Before long, he showed up, carrying a can of gas. With a surprised grin, he gladly added our contribution to the fuel tank, grateful that he now had enough fuel to get home.
The angels guided me to ask him, "Do you believe in angels?"
It seemed important for him to realize that he is never truly alone. "Angels nudged us to help you today." I told him.
He gave us a big smile.
Recently, he'd been released from the hospital. He lifted his shirt to reveal the stitch marks across his back that came from a bad car accident. He almost died and was in a coma for quite while, but now he was so thankful for a new lease on life.
It turned out his name is Michael. I told him about Archangel Michael, the powerful Archangel whose name means Who is Like God? The protective warrior Archangel who helps every seeker on the path to fulfill their life purpose by removing obstacles in the way.
He looked surprised, as if no one had ever spoken to him like this. He smiled and said, he'd been to church for the very first time last week.
I was so thankful to the angels for the message to be patient and not quit in the middle of an angelic assignment.
So today why not be open to ways to be as an angel to help or speak a word that will express Divine Love.