Yesterday's impromptu angel message to feed the ducks turned up a no-show. Our first attempt this season. The lake was quiet. I missed their happy splashes. Sunlit ripples rushed like diamond fishes shimmering towards the boat-ramp where we sat watching and waiting. The old tree had adapted even more to her life in the water, growing taller and greener branches stretching skyward. A picture of resilience.
Up ahead, I caught sight of a sunny water lily blooming on the grass by the lake. I wanted to see a lily up close not just by zooming-in over the water. I was surprised by her uniqueness. A strange button-shaped stamen stuck up like a microphone, broadcasting a sunny forecast. Welcoming yellow petals like rays of the sun greeted the day. Yellow is the color of faith. And, the water lily was resilient, now adjusting to life on land.
Further down the road, a green patch of grass glistened with random pink cotton-candy wildflowers. When I stooped low for a photo, I found a surprise. An empty Adam's Apple snail shell. The spiral pattern is a universal symbol. As the snail grows, the shell
naturally adapts to the proper size by wrapping a soft substance that
will harden into a another layer of shell for protection. Nature is amazing.
Our life goes round and round, in
a repeating spiral...
It may seem as though the same old trials keep coming round and round in a never-ending loop. Will we ever get it right? The good news is... we are changing, expanding, coming up higher, yielding to our spirit. The best is yet to be.
I got a telling sign at the end of the road when I snapped a photo of this directional arrow sign, and didn't know why.
I hadn't seen the playful pair of eyes glued to the TURN LEFT Arrowhead until Elliot pointed it out. A warning sign for drivers to pay attention. Turn left or take a sudden swim in the lake.
Something amusing happened back at home. I almost missed the honey bee in the snail photo. Hovering over the lush pink blossom, taking advantage of an opportunity to share the nectar of life. Bee represents doing the impossible--flying. Their big bodies are too large for the tiny wings-- It seems to be aerodynamically impossible. But the speed of the wings makes all the difference.
I was thankful for the precious gift of sight. What joy to pay attention to details... The angels are always speaking to us. Watch and pray... The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
