Wednesday, August 20, 2025

A Loving Change of View: An Angel Message

 A little change of view, a shift in perception, can make a big difference... opening up a new window on life... It may begin by making a small adjustment, like the aperture on a camera lens that expands and brings life more clearly into focus. 

A tweak here and a tweak there. 

The divine lens of Love comes into focus. 

That's what happened this week.  Thanks to an angel nudge, I looked out the bedroom window and decided to enjoy the view of the garden from inside the house.  I rolled up the blinds, and laid on the  bed in a new position, my feet at the head, my head at the foot of the bed. Facing the old oak, I stacked pillows to prop me up so I could look out at nature.  Straggly long branches hung close to the ground, blocking the view. I got to work, pruning and moving the bench, hanging pots, to let more light in. 

Satisfied, I went to lay down and rest looking out at the new view.  The statue of Mother Mary with arms opened wide, welcomed love near the old oak. Love must have been in the air for two little squirrels climbed down from their nest in the treetop.  The animated pair enjoyed a game of tag round and round the old tree.  Something more was going on than met the eye.  I could hardly believe the little sweethearts soon stopped to rest on the fence post together.  Side by side, in the shade of the oak, they began kissing and hugging.  A wonderful vision of love and affection.     

Squirrel is about balance, in giving and receiving, in work and in play. 


 









Love will always make a way.  Often it begins with a small shift, a little willingness to see things differently.  

Before finishing the blog today, I laid down to rest, looking out the window at the garden,  Papa Sandhill Crane had stopped by for a visit.  He stood still for the longest time staring at Mother Mary in quiet communion...   I quickly zoomed in for a photo of the window view, adding more color to life, and went to sleep.

 


As I was waking up, a short afternoon downpour nourished the parched garden.  Soon the sun came out again, and like a tree at Christmas, the old oak lit up with tiny little water droplets outside the window. 

Love and peace,

Rae Karen 


Photo: an older squirrels photo at our previous home