tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55126413403154359292024-03-18T15:24:05.811-04:00Angels for YouUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1544125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-39447957948410779442024-03-18T15:23:00.000-04:002024-03-18T15:23:31.270-04:00Happy Bird Day: An Angel Message<p>While visiting St. Augustine last week to celebrate Elliot's special birthday, the birds came out to make sure he had a very Happy Bird Day. </p><p>A bald eagle perched on top of the 208-ft. Great Cross. A symbol of freedom and spiritual power when we take our consciousness to the next level. Focus on things spiritual, not material. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5XoulbXZ9lBwMlx_3FPFS2IWI6iVE1G_QThQpSUQ9VAa5juNABTzBn42y0OLr9kJupqTGUEBXMOHrkwB70lU5VbQTcHokFcMHMHsBtBcFsSVixTvVkzEojOGywsZKfq-gOD1odhggonzI-T0TEK6QjaOsw7V4TvyGNkDCLE_PxEFURmnmODnXomzVHg/s1857/besteaglecross31424.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="1857" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5XoulbXZ9lBwMlx_3FPFS2IWI6iVE1G_QThQpSUQ9VAa5juNABTzBn42y0OLr9kJupqTGUEBXMOHrkwB70lU5VbQTcHokFcMHMHsBtBcFsSVixTvVkzEojOGywsZKfq-gOD1odhggonzI-T0TEK6QjaOsw7V4TvyGNkDCLE_PxEFURmnmODnXomzVHg/s320/besteaglecross31424.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kgbhD6X6PXmnCmZrE4PJcY-x6uXaDD_O_aFIhh8wPDGYqf_18I6XZ3I_RtPuyI0UMM657bJnrppSQoLvrgPRO0WoYDPMpml5mxl4khgXTx9J93dloqyA_va3ayjrcn_PaKByz2ujNAGAe4lrWSlklo7Te3wAwwvpd3aNPqgF_mEGz0BxscEkrjONZwQ/s5184/IMG_9302.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kgbhD6X6PXmnCmZrE4PJcY-x6uXaDD_O_aFIhh8wPDGYqf_18I6XZ3I_RtPuyI0UMM657bJnrppSQoLvrgPRO0WoYDPMpml5mxl4khgXTx9J93dloqyA_va3ayjrcn_PaKByz2ujNAGAe4lrWSlklo7Te3wAwwvpd3aNPqgF_mEGz0BxscEkrjONZwQ/s320/IMG_9302.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>A lone hawk landed on a tree limb in the early morning sunshine. Get ready for an opportunity coming your way.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvb4CJoGAXumAyZZxfkR2jif3maNC3ZVyDR9gXv6mx1hHYHSM2KneNGlGpk0gCJAK11YNEwrBik439WOhSRooqzbXzTsR-A4oUh4-ay5fr7aYUwZc3T7cFZ23ziGZF70Txp6c6xSVUu9iUTgBEJ_xIKE4lHF6b3OERkkhSOLgeiN-eV-gmr6MCBKOebo/s2786/IMG_9326.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="2786" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvb4CJoGAXumAyZZxfkR2jif3maNC3ZVyDR9gXv6mx1hHYHSM2KneNGlGpk0gCJAK11YNEwrBik439WOhSRooqzbXzTsR-A4oUh4-ay5fr7aYUwZc3T7cFZ23ziGZF70Txp6c6xSVUu9iUTgBEJ_xIKE4lHF6b3OERkkhSOLgeiN-eV-gmr6MCBKOebo/s320/IMG_9326.JPG" width="320" /></a> </p><p>In the afternoon, a hungry lone pelican swooped down on the pier, tussling with two fishermen over a big silvery fish. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBR5fYhd-WohO6lmXWacCsgpekvJ1yf_hHoSiqMaXRnP3Val3FhDtsYBzeIkkBYxRoB46pebb9ufvULoQWTA3VO7iRstT7MWBAYwgdO1yeIUX9BVMXNAyXHCvheRACvHyplna7vV3ba3LLG0ieyhKUV6hO3EwZWkcG1iEZZKmQ0gQw7f_Lx6lBSqpGBA/s3888/31424pelicanwingsbest.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3110" data-original-width="3888" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBR5fYhd-WohO6lmXWacCsgpekvJ1yf_hHoSiqMaXRnP3Val3FhDtsYBzeIkkBYxRoB46pebb9ufvULoQWTA3VO7iRstT7MWBAYwgdO1yeIUX9BVMXNAyXHCvheRACvHyplna7vV3ba3LLG0ieyhKUV6hO3EwZWkcG1iEZZKmQ0gQw7f_Lx6lBSqpGBA/s320/31424pelicanwingsbest.JPG" width="320" /></a>They shouted and shooed it away. That big beautiful pelican took to the blue sky, circling the inlet. I had a feeling he wasn't ready to quit just yet. He'd be back again. And, so it was fun to see him circle back toward the pier and land on the railing by the two men. This time the wise bird patiently waited with longing big eyes. I was going to buy a fish from them, but it wasn't necessary. The men had a change of heart, and tossed a blue fish from their ice chest to the pelican who caught it in mid air and swallowed the whole fish in one hardy gulp. His long neck stretched as shimmied and wiggled to force the fish down the hatch. Satisfied, he rested on the pier beside the two fishermen. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PD6KQ6GA7fuIFgZMBF2qEeKErI4wDZ1AcZ7T8SN678q2IME1TpHrFP8SZ8gQ4laV_0DhlYRAWFkLx-7m2tSSR_PNEwMlrr9ypnG4w97yjnWDRRC4mvVOlpm2OHQEp6nuTuuFWikWIMFmror2aKTlBauq78hGpDjXM9KfrS6IGE2pB4NwGqRANzxvYdg/s4542/31424pelicanrest.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="4542" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PD6KQ6GA7fuIFgZMBF2qEeKErI4wDZ1AcZ7T8SN678q2IME1TpHrFP8SZ8gQ4laV_0DhlYRAWFkLx-7m2tSSR_PNEwMlrr9ypnG4w97yjnWDRRC4mvVOlpm2OHQEp6nuTuuFWikWIMFmror2aKTlBauq78hGpDjXM9KfrS6IGE2pB4NwGqRANzxvYdg/s320/31424pelicanrest.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Pelicans symbolize renewed buoyancy. No matter how difficult life gets, or how deep down you plunge, you will pop to the surface, unsinkable. A perfect message for the times we live in: Rise above life's trials. Water represents emotions, and often our emotions weigh us down. The pelican teaches not to be overcome by them.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p>More birds were in the air. Leaving the pier, a chorus of little cheerful song birds perched atop the dolphin gateway added joy to the day and looked like musical notes on a scale. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHZ4h0F-UKU20Pk4nMHVysF11HH7QuWVaPdQdw7I4FvH38C4y5mXnGZg5jFJ5QxAdQ0Usu0kq4u6gD541VCsh1j_AoaDHA-Cthk6GX4527g06AHmP5wjrmvcw_Bj6e3AATgvm9C7RHactta19r6RUvb3mMmTnIUgc7OksJpLQ3CvBE73RxBKI5cKdwZ4/s5184/31424dolphinmusicalbirdspier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHZ4h0F-UKU20Pk4nMHVysF11HH7QuWVaPdQdw7I4FvH38C4y5mXnGZg5jFJ5QxAdQ0Usu0kq4u6gD541VCsh1j_AoaDHA-Cthk6GX4527g06AHmP5wjrmvcw_Bj6e3AATgvm9C7RHactta19r6RUvb3mMmTnIUgc7OksJpLQ3CvBE73RxBKI5cKdwZ4/s320/31424dolphinmusicalbirdspier.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>And, a delicious lunch at an outdoor Mediterranean restaurant, our table was perfectly positioned by a tall angel statue holding a little bird in her hands. All in all, it was the tweetest birthday for my favorite bird lover, a song bird himself. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmfwtpyu9dBV7swVMZ-KeQ8XQNt6nERYRqhfJqCBRjTKts9L8BdvXdAQsrz2sgfbKIKtTMXggT17FK9Icgm9K6qrxrzHz3ZDy7xIw-5ALCMmQ9DH0crTqS1A6VlY4-EHFoOIQi977yrIKRpnYNgG6Vw1f-NKEiooarTw4FzHmlRjwU_MixtRICkh1HSU/s5184/IMG_9376.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmfwtpyu9dBV7swVMZ-KeQ8XQNt6nERYRqhfJqCBRjTKts9L8BdvXdAQsrz2sgfbKIKtTMXggT17FK9Icgm9K6qrxrzHz3ZDy7xIw-5ALCMmQ9DH0crTqS1A6VlY4-EHFoOIQi977yrIKRpnYNgG6Vw1f-NKEiooarTw4FzHmlRjwU_MixtRICkh1HSU/s320/IMG_9376.JPG" width="240" /></a>By feeding the ducks first thing each morning the past six months, we wondered if that contributed to the trill of such a memorable Bird Day. A wonderful reminder to watch where we put our focus because it will show up in our life. Our thoughts are things...and what we feed grows, so look for the love and the harmony. </p><p>Have a blessed day with your angels. Remember GOD LOVES YOU.</p><p>Joy and peace, <br /></p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-89064146381226905602024-03-11T18:01:00.037-04:002024-03-11T19:02:28.104-04:00Uncanny Leaps Forward: An Angel Message<p> Sunday afternoon, I ran inside to grab the phone, when I returned to my green folding chair, my seat had been taken by an unusual visitor. A large sandy brown grasshopper hugged the metal arm rest as if holding my place.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4a09Pbm_CGAPk33yXTqy5Vyiy7GkgIoQUm8scK__dAIVAG3l9drXMr5lyMvYlAwRg_Ho-pOQCWpJ9c33D4Dc-vzOXDONxvjYjeNVQiux6Ycgp34GDTUWvOh9_Ldmm2HUl-HNEjQZ7-Hs0YYrxni6qz6D1D108BM8NEBd68GSnYfjM5TA-ktsXo1BWOk/s3888/31024grasshopperchair.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="3363" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4a09Pbm_CGAPk33yXTqy5Vyiy7GkgIoQUm8scK__dAIVAG3l9drXMr5lyMvYlAwRg_Ho-pOQCWpJ9c33D4Dc-vzOXDONxvjYjeNVQiux6Ycgp34GDTUWvOh9_Ldmm2HUl-HNEjQZ7-Hs0YYrxni6qz6D1D108BM8NEBd68GSnYfjM5TA-ktsXo1BWOk/s320/31024grasshopperchair.JPG" width="277" /></a>When our photo op was over, in one giant leap he made great strides in a single bound, and landed on a wild buttercup plant across the way. Buttercup is a flower of faith and hope, and easily adapts to any environment. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMRamnVxlcJNPLBInq3H_li3KQzYEQGzkxf7Ue9SCHxHXTLwq5W_6juZRNhAWojUYHKiIz2UPAIThBMMrQHuRp2XhCpZV0czhSXtZauGm4PEn5tHB8AoyvKLQyV8afyw4sc33RSu5oC9UgpZEbRRLzh6WVtdnzz3ZW9XDTH7xvi1vRkOPjJm3UzPBsco/s1187/31024grasshoppercloseup.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1187" data-original-width="978" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMRamnVxlcJNPLBInq3H_li3KQzYEQGzkxf7Ue9SCHxHXTLwq5W_6juZRNhAWojUYHKiIz2UPAIThBMMrQHuRp2XhCpZV0czhSXtZauGm4PEn5tHB8AoyvKLQyV8afyw4sc33RSu5oC9UgpZEbRRLzh6WVtdnzz3ZW9XDTH7xvi1vRkOPjJm3UzPBsco/s320/31024grasshoppercloseup.JPG" width="264" /></a></div><p>The timing of his animated behavior made me curious as to the angel message from nature. Turns out, uncanny leaps forward is the keynote of the grasshopper. That is how it can escape. With tremendous jumping ability they leap horizontally twenty times their body length. When one appears it could mean it's important to get off your haunches and move. Take a chance. Leap forward. Listen to your own inner voice to know when to make a move in any area of your life.</p><p>Remember a grasshopper always leaps up or forward, never backwards. </p><p>Have a joyful day with your angels, and take a leap of faith when the time feels right.</p><p>Love and peace,</p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-60809245465074767972024-03-10T09:24:00.001-04:002024-03-10T09:24:13.369-04:00After the Storm: An Angel Message<p> Heavy rain and thunder claps woke me up last night. Protection prayers went out to all those little creatures caught up in stormy weather. Rather than be fearful, I focused on the beautiful new dawn that was coming in the morning. A special day when family will visit from out of state. A long overdue reunion.<br /></p><p>This morning I woke up to the sweet song of a bird outside the bedroom window. And, later a glorious golden-orange sunrise peeked through the trees in scintillating rays like a 4th of July sparkler. </p><p>The storm was a distant memory. I was not disappointed to greet the new day. <br /></p><p>But more was to come... </p><p>During a quiet time of reflection in the sun-room, our cat, Hei-Hei, perked up and dashed to the window. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNj9-mgrg9ecR-96JdCYzHk1-ZxrC5VaabaKbP4-LllHO4XNSeQLppxYe8HBoDsMBhMswcq6ACP5xgShFUv5qQ0iDPs6JmqR9ZYAWHwClv6jP1HqSJv-YCrq0QsVy_U_0FVzVX-el2kO5CXEYI95RtHC-3owjGTFefF4QOzst6XlzEuKgSbt1RT3_wLI/s3686/31024sadieturkeylady.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3686" data-original-width="3524" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNj9-mgrg9ecR-96JdCYzHk1-ZxrC5VaabaKbP4-LllHO4XNSeQLppxYe8HBoDsMBhMswcq6ACP5xgShFUv5qQ0iDPs6JmqR9ZYAWHwClv6jP1HqSJv-YCrq0QsVy_U_0FVzVX-el2kO5CXEYI95RtHC-3owjGTFefF4QOzst6XlzEuKgSbt1RT3_wLI/w383-h400/31024sadieturkeylady.JPG" width="383" /></a></div><p></p><p>Curious, I took a look.</p><p>A young turkey had come calling...pecking at corn kernels on the lawn. The first gobbler to visit this year. It's always a thrill to see a wild turkey roam free in the yard. A signal for me to give thanks for all things. I was thankful the storm passed, and the morning was abundantly rich with the beauty of nature.</p><p>And to prove thoughts are things... no sooner did I mention missing the rabbits who haven't been around at all this spring, as if on cue, one appeared, then another, and another! Soon there were four animated little cotton-tails hopping around the front yard. Spring had sprung. Renewal, rebirth, and resurrection are in the air. Get ready. The best is yet to be. <br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IgvdGZn8G7ev8hgOz17JrzvN2VrmF3ucIq-K6y0-lQNts8DutPTtwze6WYzmJ8JlBtb91etqRoaUcw7pSJ9k-hZAfWmKtS2cfROiMMTfKO3bMOg-KaBTgwJfz2Q2irZh-lYxiNQ0pHe53D3-OYOqvnW107L30h92FC99zIDKcVaD1MaPsrw8XdeOU3E/s2714/31024bunny.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2714" data-original-width="1955" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IgvdGZn8G7ev8hgOz17JrzvN2VrmF3ucIq-K6y0-lQNts8DutPTtwze6WYzmJ8JlBtb91etqRoaUcw7pSJ9k-hZAfWmKtS2cfROiMMTfKO3bMOg-KaBTgwJfz2Q2irZh-lYxiNQ0pHe53D3-OYOqvnW107L30h92FC99zIDKcVaD1MaPsrw8XdeOU3E/w289-h400/31024bunny.JPG" width="289" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6RJkVp2RQGf2PK42rDlBLPHsBgZX__6gUte9uC5NZ1Z5uIVfmAFX50WYkUDGG-hb5DciE6TMzbMtftbx9VIAoRCqBSaW7D4pyCdfhuXghqn7xMLJVx_PPP-DgujbDB6GvNYbzwfe2jvJKxdMff5x3RfLN7N5i5nUI0iXZGRPxQJelytpCQ8WveaYp2E/s3965/31024bunnies.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3140" data-original-width="3965" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6RJkVp2RQGf2PK42rDlBLPHsBgZX__6gUte9uC5NZ1Z5uIVfmAFX50WYkUDGG-hb5DciE6TMzbMtftbx9VIAoRCqBSaW7D4pyCdfhuXghqn7xMLJVx_PPP-DgujbDB6GvNYbzwfe2jvJKxdMff5x3RfLN7N5i5nUI0iXZGRPxQJelytpCQ8WveaYp2E/s320/31024bunnies.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It's not easy to capture four rascally rabbits in action...but it goes to show there is an abundance of hope with our faith in Christ, the Holy Spirit and the angels. <p></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p> </p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-43947469141102200732024-03-07T14:45:00.000-05:002024-03-07T14:45:45.926-05:00Dabbling Ducks! An Angel Message<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2WR1rOAGEcFP2Uu9jT-xdwvJ3toZwYADK7Rk9vd2oLZADnoS6e0-_418reNdCEgVRmT_NS7GLq3UOc5TKgsJOuTiBP2gkXb3AvSF6btfSqttNBOs0t4JlvCp4jbCRWzPtdknGaP04Wabts8RPCprn5rSuFk6povnMzgrEQ_Lw7kX6qcp39b15mmU3Ps/s3927/22524bottomsup.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2715" data-original-width="3927" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2WR1rOAGEcFP2Uu9jT-xdwvJ3toZwYADK7Rk9vd2oLZADnoS6e0-_418reNdCEgVRmT_NS7GLq3UOc5TKgsJOuTiBP2gkXb3AvSF6btfSqttNBOs0t4JlvCp4jbCRWzPtdknGaP04Wabts8RPCprn5rSuFk6povnMzgrEQ_Lw7kX6qcp39b15mmU3Ps/w640-h442/22524bottomsup.JPG" width="640" /></a>The angels were at again, adding a touch of humor to the morning. Our favorite and only mallard couple were putting on a show. Side by side, rear-ends up in the air. Heads down below the water. Something was up as we watched their unusual antics -- tipping and dipping in and out of the lake. A glimpse of Upside Down Life in motion--something we all are experiencing during these strange times. <br /></p><p>Their activity reinforced the cormorant message in the last angel blog. A signal to go deeper if you would like to have a new birth. </p><p>The comical sight of the two playful mallards was a <i>heads-up. </i><br /></p><p>The message became clearer when I later learned they are called <i>Dabbling Ducks</i>. Rather than playing they're on a quest to reach as far under the water as they can for sustenance. Dipping in and out of the water their bills are seeking for edible aquatic vegetation and insects. </p><p><i>Dabbling Ducks,</i> really? On a personal level, I'm guilty of dabbling, dipping in and out of something, making little dips up and down, without any real determination to complete something that I know I should tackle. Overwhelmed, I often just go through the motions. Dabbling. </p><p>Today, hopefully I will begin to sink down below the surface, and work on finishing a project that interestingly enough involves my dear feathered friends. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7u7_11R_nEYbowwnWQllTcP01X6Wi1DlqI1kaSc66Hf6MlwyVBTbcNKU7zHCH1JtmImMOwnbd2AfZyI5kRzlG0oRb9bI1FXlF2jqplu2ny87e7jGS2RkWLtjzUcg40RQfnn6Lli3lyIXvBx04m8kMjMnl1Ra9iEsv9d2dc8lzg5GNzaFZ1ASbLs_eK8/s4359/22524oneuponedown.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2338" data-original-width="4359" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7u7_11R_nEYbowwnWQllTcP01X6Wi1DlqI1kaSc66Hf6MlwyVBTbcNKU7zHCH1JtmImMOwnbd2AfZyI5kRzlG0oRb9bI1FXlF2jqplu2ny87e7jGS2RkWLtjzUcg40RQfnn6Lli3lyIXvBx04m8kMjMnl1Ra9iEsv9d2dc8lzg5GNzaFZ1ASbLs_eK8/w400-h215/22524oneuponedown.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p>Have a joyful day with your angels. Remember you are never alone. Expect the best, and go deep, and look for the good like you would a pearl of great price. <br /></p><p> Love and peace,</p><p> </p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-23665407040286525412024-03-05T09:47:00.001-05:002024-03-05T09:47:49.616-05:00Out of the Mists: An Angel Message<p>It's not often we wake up to a thick misty morning when the ordinary takes on an aura of mystery. The day's sunny complexion is veiled from the light of a sun rise. A touch of mystery stirs the air as the familiar becomes strangely unfamiliar in a fog. <br /></p><p>This morning our usual trip to feed the ducks cast a different, yet lovely, vision of peace as I stood by the lake and looked out at the still waters. A time of beautiful reflection. I watched a lone cormorant stretch out her wings in a waterlogged tree to welcome the birth of a new day. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyIpYIK6KzVaqIHili0fW3p2KVo3tuuL9f9_6dhyphenhyphenYJoKUMGhZznFkNRtqhyphenhyphen82Gk6LZE62y0gMp5VthAWAY1wq5G0drE0Q1Uf_Oww8kjqqFBbJge-QQTWR0mTDRg5Hug-FvPCX6PqZ2w1aV1BhmUlhahAqMr8t0r5_O7ndgzShCVdaAkfyM1ICCWq5Hrc/s5184/3524treereflectionfog.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyIpYIK6KzVaqIHili0fW3p2KVo3tuuL9f9_6dhyphenhyphenYJoKUMGhZznFkNRtqhyphenhyphen82Gk6LZE62y0gMp5VthAWAY1wq5G0drE0Q1Uf_Oww8kjqqFBbJge-QQTWR0mTDRg5Hug-FvPCX6PqZ2w1aV1BhmUlhahAqMr8t0r5_O7ndgzShCVdaAkfyM1ICCWq5Hrc/w300-h400/3524treereflectionfog.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Cormorants are known to be expert divers and swimmers. When one appears in our life, it's a clue to dive in to what we have been hesitating about. Like this deep diver, we will be able to dive and swim in areas of our life where we wouldn't think possible. A cormorant, an ancient bird that dates back to the Bible, signals it's time for us to dive in deeper if we wish to have a new birth. If you are willing to go deeper, answers will be found.<br /><p></p><p>It's interesting that this bird must swallow pebbles to make itself heavy enough to stay under water. So when a cormorant appears, it means a new opportunity or teaching will come our way to help us accomplish what didn't seem possible. <br /></p><p>The angels help us to do the impossible when we follow their loving guidance, and step out in faith. God speaks to us through nature. I was thankful for the message. While things are a little foggy just now, clarity will come if we keep the faith, and do our best to follow through on what we know we need to do. Love will always make a way, but we must be willing to venture out into the deep and cast our nets. </p><p>The best is yet to be.<br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p> Rae Karen <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-16872413836185793892024-03-04T15:04:00.001-05:002024-03-04T15:04:04.263-05:00When a Cardinal Appears...<p>On a gray Saturday afternoon, a sudden splash of colorful red feathers in the birdbath was no doubt an angel message. <br /></p><p> The timing was in divine order. I'd been praying hard, in the midst of an <i>inner melt-down</i>, trying to find peace in an annoying situation when my son called out to me. <i> </i></p><p><i>Come and see a cardinal...bathing in the birdbath. </i></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhob9-GYYv9cqikRNXI18RyKX9M2PJg7IcQ0mN3_xhpkzwOTpdUOZbwfqO1XgrkgoZh8trsFmHauB90_BdbTdd7TtVMgEcFt7TZ4nGGPDquLuPqKO84gv6aUeX4XaPnl-WuMMgyEzW3T6bUxTZJFkNQhCknqatX4SD6ekpq2FkoNY2ZT52d2xZ4EMpfIi8/s4050/3224redcardinalbath.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2894" data-original-width="4050" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhob9-GYYv9cqikRNXI18RyKX9M2PJg7IcQ0mN3_xhpkzwOTpdUOZbwfqO1XgrkgoZh8trsFmHauB90_BdbTdd7TtVMgEcFt7TZ4nGGPDquLuPqKO84gv6aUeX4XaPnl-WuMMgyEzW3T6bUxTZJFkNQhCknqatX4SD6ekpq2FkoNY2ZT52d2xZ4EMpfIi8/w400-h286/3224redcardinalbath.JPG" width="400" /></a>Immediately, my spirits lifted as if my prayer was answered. A cardinal is my sign that my departed mother is near whenever one appears. I ran to the window to see for myself. </p><p> Whenever
a bird or an animal crosses our path in a conspicuous way, it's good to pay attention. Their behavior in the moment is part of the message or lesson. <br /></p><p>I grabbed my camera, and zoomed out through the living room window. Not sure what I'd get, I asked the angels for help as I steadied the focus. The red cardinal was putting on a show. Heavy rains had splattered most of the water out of the bath. He kept trying his best to squat down low and have a good soak in what water was available, which he enjoyed for a long time. <br /></p><p>I was in for another surprise. Later the larger uploaded photos had captured more detail. What a funny expression that little fellow had glaring up at me, with a look of annoyance. Was I disturbing his peace? I wondered. Or, was his message, to choose again? Focus on the best, and be thankful for all the good already present in each moment. <br /></p><p><i> </i>Mom, known for her sense of humor, had done it again. My mood shifted, coming up higher. <br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQ-psKOt8ge8xNOQNUP0ZiB_9luFAUNIOebOILvqdgHzrgDMpnsnjpAASf63hr2s-N3APK2bchVdlmk_haxfZDxI6oXjUfV9nixYr34pKJ6TIdd8KA8dRMJdlXcOmqqHinNcuLOL75rr9Dhhceb5-onpDZrO7CZ9g6G6mXXI_gv6isMFn0rW75ArOgMc/s4564/3224cardinalbirdbath1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3202" data-original-width="4564" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQ-psKOt8ge8xNOQNUP0ZiB_9luFAUNIOebOILvqdgHzrgDMpnsnjpAASf63hr2s-N3APK2bchVdlmk_haxfZDxI6oXjUfV9nixYr34pKJ6TIdd8KA8dRMJdlXcOmqqHinNcuLOL75rr9Dhhceb5-onpDZrO7CZ9g6G6mXXI_gv6isMFn0rW75ArOgMc/w400-h281/3224cardinalbirdbath1.JPG" width="400" /></a>In <i>Animal-Speak: </i>"The cardinal's presence reflects a time to renew our vitality. It reflects lessons in developing and accepting a new sense of our own true self-importance."</p><p>I was thankful for the cardinal visit. Renewal of vitality...a time to immerse myself in a new way of developing my true value, and those around me as God truly created each of us to be. <br /></p><p>Have a joyful day with your angels. Remember whatever you're going through, you are not alone-- no matter where you find yourself. Right there in the midst, unseen heavenly help is waiting, ready to comfort, guide, and refresh. God loves you now and always.<br /></p><p>Love,</p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-57521950159874064112024-03-02T09:00:00.000-05:002024-03-02T09:00:35.800-05:00Prayer for Peace<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Prayer for Peace</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> ~Mother Teresa~</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Lead me from death to life</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">from lies to truth</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Lead me from despair to hope</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">from fear to trust</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Lead me from hatred to love</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">from war to peace</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Let peace fill our heart,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">our world, our universe...</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">peace, peace, peace.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKP9FddXGi4Vid7fhqkIKSoTBC-kvzxQBlQWqN2JMRgfFEODPJNt7nVRtdaByn4i6-K0hkR4743Y8ZY4X8pPA5iFnSCoROAWqKnhuou8k_l8Cos96PeWaqlQypu5b2QMiglMDtfF9XUHOHHwdwLZF6T4XiW8Uw9uvMgGhGhoaR5OOHZMWQMwkeL8R-aTA/s5184/IMG_9193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKP9FddXGi4Vid7fhqkIKSoTBC-kvzxQBlQWqN2JMRgfFEODPJNt7nVRtdaByn4i6-K0hkR4743Y8ZY4X8pPA5iFnSCoROAWqKnhuou8k_l8Cos96PeWaqlQypu5b2QMiglMDtfF9XUHOHHwdwLZF6T4XiW8Uw9uvMgGhGhoaR5OOHZMWQMwkeL8R-aTA/s320/IMG_9193.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-73005704295841425072024-02-28T15:52:00.002-05:002024-02-28T15:52:20.569-05:00Waiting While Stuck: An Angel Message<p>Something amusing happened that brought a lesson on acceptance from our cat. Elliot and I returned home from a morning spent running errands. We felt bad to find that Hei-Hei had accidentally been shut up inside Elliot's office while we were out and about. The office door is always closed to mischievous paws. Temptation to explore what is off-limits makes the playful kitten look for any opportunity to sneak by and slip inside in a flash, and the chase begins. <br /></p><p>On this occasion to find he had been trapped inside was puzzling. Because the gray tabby sat on a reading chair, looking peaceful, and content. Instead of shambles, the office was orderly, with no sign of chaos. Nothing toppled off the desk, no papers strewn across the floor, or pictures knocked over. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fE4yHLtFv3L0x81qrEYXMVobVyV8mxbUrpU8znjoAGqdsG6Hujx-248qgA4kzZGyI7ubT5pRaMhmGNY_YQf6yX_F3Neha7Y1Hb68FizbRXoyDeJeLiPgGAqxR4E6_DK6xjV5WabmFLqUZJJ5hKmCWwgcIwnmGIJcEmrs1JzizDosTxb1KOrFFJfnbaE/s5184/heihei2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fE4yHLtFv3L0x81qrEYXMVobVyV8mxbUrpU8znjoAGqdsG6Hujx-248qgA4kzZGyI7ubT5pRaMhmGNY_YQf6yX_F3Neha7Y1Hb68FizbRXoyDeJeLiPgGAqxR4E6_DK6xjV5WabmFLqUZJJ5hKmCWwgcIwnmGIJcEmrs1JzizDosTxb1KOrFFJfnbaE/s320/heihei2524.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> What was up? His behavior was unusual. <br /><p></p><p>A hidden clue surfaced a short time later revealing a bigger picture. Elliot's furry little Valentine monkey had been moved. No longer on top of the drum where it belonged. He found the big hearted chimp tucked behind his office door. <br /></p><p></p><p> Hmmm.... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxL3LF1WIt0j8kklGwLE2aS76sYR6KOZQaD_PioHo466aQJqR967WYHJAmsySe_20ZuGsv1612sY4p4pNCABJ00fVuKIpmvh4z6HFE6jbS9ytkcgrXriicRgUyhdYmA45I48vSWQo4Sl6vwnmqQ5_2Q4PoxmMIJXcVkbFYcOVqvr5n1Xg3ewWOALB3ic/s3888/lovemonkeyheiheiblog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="3416" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxL3LF1WIt0j8kklGwLE2aS76sYR6KOZQaD_PioHo466aQJqR967WYHJAmsySe_20ZuGsv1612sY4p4pNCABJ00fVuKIpmvh4z6HFE6jbS9ytkcgrXriicRgUyhdYmA45I48vSWQo4Sl6vwnmqQ5_2Q4PoxmMIJXcVkbFYcOVqvr5n1Xg3ewWOALB3ic/s320/lovemonkeyheiheiblog.JPG" width="281" /></a></div><p></p><p>No doubt, fun-loving monkey business was at work during Hei-Hei's voluntary confinement. <br /></p><p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SScU8473NY55hK8-2zL-fFeh3T9rwTiQ9qc3Q9oWxaThaZ_o_h3wzJzByHpaqv0crxda25SoaDylhZZ44QV3X_nK9cblHEe4ARN6HG0KoMY3IXJa2tDEds1v_i8Vwrf7vdHDG6WsP58t-n2LXsDHRe4Ii_86L0hzCHl2dJ9by9TF3Qq2AWgxytoqrI4/s5184/IMG_9007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SScU8473NY55hK8-2zL-fFeh3T9rwTiQ9qc3Q9oWxaThaZ_o_h3wzJzByHpaqv0crxda25SoaDylhZZ44QV3X_nK9cblHEe4ARN6HG0KoMY3IXJa2tDEds1v_i8Vwrf7vdHDG6WsP58t-n2LXsDHRe4Ii_86L0hzCHl2dJ9by9TF3Qq2AWgxytoqrI4/s320/IMG_9007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>You have to hand it to Hei-Hei, he marches to the beat of his own drum, making the best of a bad situation. A lesson for me to look for ways to lighten up, find the fun little things around me in a moment of feeling a bit stuck. Choose love over fear. <br /><p></p><p>Have a joyful day,</p><p>Love and peace,</p><p></p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-33137857016356354732024-02-27T12:58:00.018-05:002024-02-27T13:10:12.940-05:00NEXT LEVEL: An Angel Message<p> On Sunday afternoon, a large, bold sign on the feed store window caught my eye. <b>NEXT LEVEL.</b> </p><p>I was waiting in the car while Elliot ran inside to buy 50-lbs. of cracked corn. I had a false claim I kept to myself. Energy coursed through me, hyping me up like the rushing of spring. I tried to stay calm and find peace. The <b>NEXT LEVEL</b> sign seemed like an angel prescription. To rise above the temptation to believe that I was less than how God made me. We are all coming up to the next level of consciousness. </p><p>The timing was perfect as patience was needed for me to hold on to the truth of who God says I am, and dispel the illusion that I could be less than Spirit. Elliot had a long wait before he returned with help to carryout the heavy feedbag. <br /></p><p>Rather than hurry home, we spent time in nature. </p><p>The feed store sign, <b>NEXT LEVEL, </b>soon played out again at a nearby park<b>. </b>A lone ibis was a perfect illustration. The tall bird stood high up on an old oak tree, above the rest of the flock near the lake. I was taking his picture when he struck a pose. He lifted one pink leg while keeping his balance on high with only a leg to stand on. What was the message? To give someone in need a leg up? Or, to take action, while you still have a leg to stand on? <br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLVqep31FyQvAv9bnmGTbsMrNJWev4PQbymzRRXog0ImHs7W9pZtiDdAUNaVz9Lw6H241E7IwCfRptwZKuGQzM4M9I0-mpQKFs7Ye4TFskjuUmYT3B_DAXI2axXdP3gmxYYTjemZzUNTPNjD4UHXu6ufLu6wouXdYq_6vSZL6BKIX2JrB6XRAWJ506pk/s5184/22524ibistreeonelegup.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLVqep31FyQvAv9bnmGTbsMrNJWev4PQbymzRRXog0ImHs7W9pZtiDdAUNaVz9Lw6H241E7IwCfRptwZKuGQzM4M9I0-mpQKFs7Ye4TFskjuUmYT3B_DAXI2axXdP3gmxYYTjemZzUNTPNjD4UHXu6ufLu6wouXdYq_6vSZL6BKIX2JrB6XRAWJ506pk/w400-h300/22524ibistreeonelegup.JPG" width="400" /></a><b> </b></p><p><b>NEXT LEVEL </b>popped up again on<b> </b>an impromptu visit to see the peacocks at the rehabilitation center. Turning into the parking lot, four peacocks were easily spotted, resting up high on the branches of a large old tree. Long iridescent feathery trains draped the oak like Spanish moss swaying in a soft breeze. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOWT4bd0FFODHBNFSEVX2becmn1k-DEsXDUEcSrcknIBYmxwohQNshXi7Bbw8Omi5hXNjz_-EXAg25slbz3OSRT2HCZmAPY34nb0SF2yIRJiHWABIkoo2_iqcRyBTLNYaYQABL7_m9EitLp9ednERg1zpJC4UdqwqQRF7F5oPeHBBBv79Mz2I6o0QPf0/s5184/22524peacocktree.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOWT4bd0FFODHBNFSEVX2becmn1k-DEsXDUEcSrcknIBYmxwohQNshXi7Bbw8Omi5hXNjz_-EXAg25slbz3OSRT2HCZmAPY34nb0SF2yIRJiHWABIkoo2_iqcRyBTLNYaYQABL7_m9EitLp9ednERg1zpJC4UdqwqQRF7F5oPeHBBBv79Mz2I6o0QPf0/w300-h400/22524peacocktree.JPG" width="300" /></a> <br /></p><p>These royal birds with their golden feathery eyes are all about <i>watchfulness</i>. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wv8uFZz0A5v1Z-XEu9wmCbG-gXsRUx9FzHhD2jcHpFMQtR3gWJdcdzVS7xr1AwHKHb9R9cPJF7B-9p8kRrZmjhs4QDFyAPPmjq59LYczJQsDqmFm7k3RmDfSen1A9Ya-fDlVWordjxumOyjtZoc11880XSr9Mg42coDYEiXRjl_rcskOfjVxvzZskJw/s5184/22524peacockupatree1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wv8uFZz0A5v1Z-XEu9wmCbG-gXsRUx9FzHhD2jcHpFMQtR3gWJdcdzVS7xr1AwHKHb9R9cPJF7B-9p8kRrZmjhs4QDFyAPPmjq59LYczJQsDqmFm7k3RmDfSen1A9Ya-fDlVWordjxumOyjtZoc11880XSr9Mg42coDYEiXRjl_rcskOfjVxvzZskJw/w300-h400/22524peacockupatree1.JPG" width="300" /></a>Taking it up to the next level, going higher, to get a more expansive view of life. Watch what you're declaring about yourself and others. <br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRzGtvAQ81exL1aA6cQjRIy_LsQOHrX4OES5Cb-CoQx4aUQx6q5LU5xbQZA-5v8nz1-Ukl_6RSyo69suSb_YJR1FrL8jTJPGBgNAAjREx98HuhfYviSoEb0kcurk_hw5eYkMO8F1mk4H-LbJ_CTk-shlF2OIAXlr1mmvynPc80jltT9y4NMlhuHVRhmA/s5184/IMG_9149.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRzGtvAQ81exL1aA6cQjRIy_LsQOHrX4OES5Cb-CoQx4aUQx6q5LU5xbQZA-5v8nz1-Ukl_6RSyo69suSb_YJR1FrL8jTJPGBgNAAjREx98HuhfYviSoEb0kcurk_hw5eYkMO8F1mk4H-LbJ_CTk-shlF2OIAXlr1mmvynPc80jltT9y4NMlhuHVRhmA/w300-h400/IMG_9149.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p></p><p>Zooming in, this standing peacock in a tree, began to shake and unfurl his feathers but then stopped. I got his advice though on not letting our feathers get ruffled. Take it to the NEXT LEVEL, above the tide of human drama and emotions. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwANdvRfVB-zgJ9AfbQzLuEk9UJeUdoqN556yzYqc9s3GShLoc3R3evl00Q8RTcpTxKtYJpai3GIgVI3HczIqLrruCp1AQinl_Fze2Vg29CvvWq7VJ9Hyqc_h7Zv2jBB7dgN7XT9zz-gSJbCg-i8xIT3WYimhc2pHRt4cwWRl257Av80jqzpup2dsOdAQ/s5184/22524peacocktree2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwANdvRfVB-zgJ9AfbQzLuEk9UJeUdoqN556yzYqc9s3GShLoc3R3evl00Q8RTcpTxKtYJpai3GIgVI3HczIqLrruCp1AQinl_Fze2Vg29CvvWq7VJ9Hyqc_h7Zv2jBB7dgN7XT9zz-gSJbCg-i8xIT3WYimhc2pHRt4cwWRl257Av80jqzpup2dsOdAQ/w300-h400/22524peacocktree2.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p>God is always speaking to us. While taking pics of the beautiful peacocks, a bus pulled out from the entrance into the building. I got out of the way, and couldn't believe the timely marquis, JESUS SAVES. I gave the smiling driver a thumbs-up, as he rolled by.</p><p>Jesus Saves.<br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDE0qmJUDS1-ot7Cqkc6D4k3jHIL0So34l6eEzUU_ZWF1VaidjmUutyq5t6dnRNZFtQwd60Hi5pu3WdQwqmFZp33dwd9cOfSc_kQINMZq0-nEUMXJLzvFWlmlnV6n4N3XYfG3Oa8z-xBp8MZfHUWqlpXn_p5y1V32bClaEu6Nxt-0oJyvnaEwf5a9ytI/s5184/JesusSavesBus.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDE0qmJUDS1-ot7Cqkc6D4k3jHIL0So34l6eEzUU_ZWF1VaidjmUutyq5t6dnRNZFtQwd60Hi5pu3WdQwqmFZp33dwd9cOfSc_kQINMZq0-nEUMXJLzvFWlmlnV6n4N3XYfG3Oa8z-xBp8MZfHUWqlpXn_p5y1V32bClaEu6Nxt-0oJyvnaEwf5a9ytI/s320/JesusSavesBus.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>By the time we returned home, I was on the mend, thankful for the healing. What messages are the angels sending you today? They wisely guide us to take life up to the next level...to come up higher where love and peace reign. Jesus Saves. <br /></p><p> Have a joyful day. God loves you. The best is yet to be.</p><p>Love, peace, and joy<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-67667684891513488572024-02-25T18:14:00.130-05:002024-02-25T18:46:33.979-05:00Seas the Day: An Angel Message<p></p><p>Angels can deliver any time, in any place, and with a good sense of humor. They love to catch us off-guard, tickling our funny bone to shake us awake. <br /></p><p>It happened on Saturday at the local farmers' market. Our first morning back from a short trip to the beach, the sea was still rushing through my veins. <b>Out of My Shell</b>, and the angels' message on <b>expansiveness</b> was fresh in my mind.<br /></p><p>I'd almost waited in the car while Elliot went to buy tomatoes from Louis. The sun was bright. The tree-lined park packed with vendors. I wasn't interested in buying more stuff. It's still fun to walk around. See all the nostalgic items, unusual things that are hard to find anymore. Items that bring to mind the good ole days. <br /></p><p>Passing by a table nestled in the shade of an old cypress tree, I saw something amazing. A mega GIANT seashell. LOL! It stuck out on a vendor's table like a flag on a mailbox. No doubt an angel special delivery. A <i>zsst </i>ran through me. The seller, a gentleman about my age, reeled me in, hoping for a sale. Wide-eyed, I eagerly stared at the enormous whelk shell. "This isn't real," I said, assuming it was white porcelain. <br /></p><p>The seller's eyes twinkled as he assured me not only was it real, but it was the biggest shell I'd ever see!</p><p>A doubting Thomas, I picked up the gigantic unwieldy Whelk to peek inside and see for myself. It was the real deal. Someone had painted the exterior white many years ago. What a find! The creme de la creme of gifts from the sea. The Grand Mother of shells. </p><p>Holding it close, I marveled at the creative work of the sea snail creature that once called this work of art home. A grand architect. If you counted each spiral like you would the rings on a tree, the industrious sea creature must have lived a long, full life, always expanding and growing in the vast ocean. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScEfBEXynyaGZUxLFRXihyphenhyphenNIEyB-x7xcCyQzRRt_O7JlwjatRisfpld7xNwpTmrxLmljlgykOsluMWPVhdxbbcJSODsvybEm6b86rrd2nZHflMVTdQY5pvZeNFoOAqbRChtxTxTW1BPGTp2_fBEB-BM-zhb5SRocCs_hnsN9tUys1Y3VcnNnEAJnY9RA/s5184/22424giantwhelk3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScEfBEXynyaGZUxLFRXihyphenhyphenNIEyB-x7xcCyQzRRt_O7JlwjatRisfpld7xNwpTmrxLmljlgykOsluMWPVhdxbbcJSODsvybEm6b86rrd2nZHflMVTdQY5pvZeNFoOAqbRChtxTxTW1BPGTp2_fBEB-BM-zhb5SRocCs_hnsN9tUys1Y3VcnNnEAJnY9RA/s320/22424giantwhelk3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>WOW I loved it, and the deal was sealed with a pair of glittery angel wing shells, and a Moravian star ornament for a grand sum of $17. <br /><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7JsElSwwIydUnAXE_ykhe7agYjoWHZHsC9j2c5dx7o3Y1Ow6J08LoKgNTenpg6PyXFxB3rh6CSNp2FALJgZ6akXpvCS-lblIZ3Nn9241-uuX_9FALt3iSmBtpoGmFWTAgxQam-VIpiu049j_i4cY6s0cBxj_ogg4N37ftsLn6NdMEF1ZJGRLRw9qXnc/s3505/222424glitterangelwings.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3043" data-original-width="3505" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7JsElSwwIydUnAXE_ykhe7agYjoWHZHsC9j2c5dx7o3Y1Ow6J08LoKgNTenpg6PyXFxB3rh6CSNp2FALJgZ6akXpvCS-lblIZ3Nn9241-uuX_9FALt3iSmBtpoGmFWTAgxQam-VIpiu049j_i4cY6s0cBxj_ogg4N37ftsLn6NdMEF1ZJGRLRw9qXnc/s320/222424glitterangelwings.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46zAsTOhkrAH6mzaeSM7s11MdhEuHm8seWQ4HbzXkoY3mtAMGjby3MNozrWVzR6sbQKMWRbAHKmMDP3zr1NL0D068JiYRNcFqpGGxG8aGN8k17TzkqJ1TR5kck52WjgVIbMVZRkIgA1UanypLo_ViSxcpxIRceOW51jEcyLhL5mPbvxdvRaAvmQ6117M/s4780/22424giantwhelkshell.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="4780" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46zAsTOhkrAH6mzaeSM7s11MdhEuHm8seWQ4HbzXkoY3mtAMGjby3MNozrWVzR6sbQKMWRbAHKmMDP3zr1NL0D068JiYRNcFqpGGxG8aGN8k17TzkqJ1TR5kck52WjgVIbMVZRkIgA1UanypLo_ViSxcpxIRceOW51jEcyLhL5mPbvxdvRaAvmQ6117M/s320/22424giantwhelkshell.JPG" width="320" /></a>Later on-line, I learned it was a TRUMPET Whelk. They can grow up to two-feet and live for 20 years. </p><p>I was thankful to have this work of art fashioned by nature. </p><p>Sometimes we may feel like we're going round and round, circling the same old surface, not making any progress. The lesson of the Trumpet Whelk is worth remembering. The trumpet sounds. Wake up! We're more than we know, we're coming up higher, expanding our consciousness, with each complete rotation, even though we may not recognize it at the time. <br /></p><p>Now every time I look over at the GIANT TRUMPET WHELK on top of the bookcase next to the boombox, I laugh in amazement! What a find! Far from the sea from whence it came. A reminder to keep thinking BIG, and expecting grand things. The best is yet to be. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p>I love sharing these angel experiences with you. What blesses one, blesses each of us. My hope is that you, too, will begin to see an expansive view of the world around you. You will begin to realize that angels are real and are here to help us grow in spirit, to remember our true identity. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-39448458509783895032024-02-24T16:36:00.003-05:002024-02-24T16:36:51.875-05:00Out of My Shell: Angel Message<p>Last week at the library book store, an unusual blue book popped up. A trivia book for shell lovers by Peter Dance. The bold title, <b>OUT OF MY SHELL, </b>made me laugh. It seemed like another angel hint on <i>expansiveness. </i>Sometimes we outgrow our current shell and must expand to create a larger one. <br /></p><p>But even more synchronicity came a few days later. </p><p>On Friday morning, before leaving St. Augustine to return home, an angel nudged, <i>Go down to the sea and find a memento of your trip. </i> </p><p>I doubted I'd find much, many beach-combers had already sifted through the sands outside our hotel. But the nudge was so insistent, down to the sea we went. The hard-packed sand showed little promise. Although several pools of tiny shells glistened like jewels on the damp sand. They were mostly broken or as tiny as a finger nail. But then I saw the gift. A white angel wing shell, among a flattened mound of tiny jeweled shells. A keeper!<br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eHp2x0y0iz3MlV1eenm36MhWLbq2z8mA4vr7RGUT-Sv6Y7zYqzFeBuixEgBMYBCcYRLrVwjMgBD775IrhPt7nh-1W150QBe3aULv84_jqPhStIUXDDu8n-KooDNpk2OpiK6SUtQ3yy9ZwetCb_njquiReUDpc9YCDgrGolyy9MV2PAzprEcRuFO5Dho/s4381/OutofmyShellblog.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4381" data-original-width="3013" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eHp2x0y0iz3MlV1eenm36MhWLbq2z8mA4vr7RGUT-Sv6Y7zYqzFeBuixEgBMYBCcYRLrVwjMgBD775IrhPt7nh-1W150QBe3aULv84_jqPhStIUXDDu8n-KooDNpk2OpiK6SUtQ3yy9ZwetCb_njquiReUDpc9YCDgrGolyy9MV2PAzprEcRuFO5Dho/s320/OutofmyShellblog.JPG" width="220" /></a> </p><p>Then, a little further down the wide expansive beach, I found another treasure. A flat sea-rock, sprinkled with golden flecks of shells the tide had delivered. A pirate's delight, the rock shimmered like gold dust among shiny pink, purple, and white shells. I'd yet to find a sea rock like this one at the beach. A conglomerate of little rocks, all shapes and sizes, embedded in the large wet gray stone to add strength. Each little stone a stone of remembrance. We all have them if we reflect on our past and recall the way God delivered us and made us grow stronger in our spirit. </p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTRvUAbSmg6Bw4fOyMLNlvKefFbhGMsuaQAr3kSoFNyDumf9xuE8ZFAPnv1dwxu2dv6EekDkG6bma9GjZU2KVGAO5awNe6E6FNSrvMW82vdHtpdGzpfqDhSkV_FJC60EQYkhXUnvw0lPE5zh0RYPFJbi3WekXv2rkZCtNRWidlj336m56OV7AiKO5X00/s4255/conglomeraterocksea.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2562" data-original-width="4255" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTRvUAbSmg6Bw4fOyMLNlvKefFbhGMsuaQAr3kSoFNyDumf9xuE8ZFAPnv1dwxu2dv6EekDkG6bma9GjZU2KVGAO5awNe6E6FNSrvMW82vdHtpdGzpfqDhSkV_FJC60EQYkhXUnvw0lPE5zh0RYPFJbi3WekXv2rkZCtNRWidlj336m56OV7AiKO5X00/s320/conglomeraterocksea.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><br />Happy with the gifts from the sea, Elliot and I plopped down on a sand dune to inhale the salty sea air, and expand our lungs. White and gray seagulls stood in a row by the shoreline. A flock of large brown pelicans sailed by on the morning breeze. The soothing rush of the sea, the silky white caps rolling in, and our faces touched by the warm rays of the sun were healing balms. And, like two contented sea turtles, we hunkered down in a moment's repose on the sandy shore of time. <p></p><p>So many gifts of nature to be treasured as a new day begins. And, then it was about to rain and time to go home. <br /></p><p>Have a wonderful weekend with your angels and the Holy Spirit. Remember you are never alone. God loves you, and the best is yet to be. <br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-18199923986510445902024-02-23T15:35:00.028-05:002024-02-23T16:36:24.445-05:00More Expansive Views of Gratitude: Angel Message<p> Last night's full moon shining over the ocean illuminated the rolling waves. The expansive distance between the two was too great to capture them both in a photo. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHbp0Hvy0_pazeT0e_PeQPINTeMnITzQ-X39bfJ8VLO5_jJkRTE0GBM1FtYDEQw_QLsCSkN9ywxxrJjHbkUfs6nGINa2AYciQ4tuxxvHsxyKElMIaydoiDm7sEd5NsxLaFOIBHx7wjnCabQmtXM5s-QAvY_8W7ydVbBHJz9uZ_GG79H1Rdr92bvXm1j0/s5184/IMG_9047.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHbp0Hvy0_pazeT0e_PeQPINTeMnITzQ-X39bfJ8VLO5_jJkRTE0GBM1FtYDEQw_QLsCSkN9ywxxrJjHbkUfs6nGINa2AYciQ4tuxxvHsxyKElMIaydoiDm7sEd5NsxLaFOIBHx7wjnCabQmtXM5s-QAvY_8W7ydVbBHJz9uZ_GG79H1Rdr92bvXm1j0/w400-h300/IMG_9047.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>This morning's sunrise in St. Augustine opened up beneath a pink, feathery cloud cover...filling the sky with brilliant light. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZ5FASjVRsemsj5-5lEmUr-mQxJDmzAV1d6AmpDviTggBfJTlf98B6Tn4q_rZe2r9SumZrT7tkBsE7U9ZgBDNIg-bpVdwaSoJ7lbH202Zso78BtagHnA1_70mhyAZGMzMdylTrce_gDqo6GG_IP7rcaaWkJhmu2aU59GUDz2HsYb0xBAgk9vkzZPQu6c/s5184/22324sunrisevbeach.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3620" data-original-width="5184" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZ5FASjVRsemsj5-5lEmUr-mQxJDmzAV1d6AmpDviTggBfJTlf98B6Tn4q_rZe2r9SumZrT7tkBsE7U9ZgBDNIg-bpVdwaSoJ7lbH202Zso78BtagHnA1_70mhyAZGMzMdylTrce_gDqo6GG_IP7rcaaWkJhmu2aU59GUDz2HsYb0xBAgk9vkzZPQu6c/w640-h446/22324sunrisevbeach.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtrhKi_Qc1Ag8TZCwdCMf6A4tE4avYppjgTS1KA4BqB3e7XOgkg8dVwLpuLz_jRp0KQqV1BZmpBBFDzmmirZtvutSsh0Gt-PTsgGs3OZTAFfgd7IMkFeFpKBvGKQq7Y9Cs4MFZBv_3bgCsjfjueIKqHE5bOK-H0xPJ_a_X-FBTaErJ6UntmLVtVZ-asE/s5184/IMG_9067.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtrhKi_Qc1Ag8TZCwdCMf6A4tE4avYppjgTS1KA4BqB3e7XOgkg8dVwLpuLz_jRp0KQqV1BZmpBBFDzmmirZtvutSsh0Gt-PTsgGs3OZTAFfgd7IMkFeFpKBvGKQq7Y9Cs4MFZBv_3bgCsjfjueIKqHE5bOK-H0xPJ_a_X-FBTaErJ6UntmLVtVZ-asE/w640-h480/IMG_9067.JPG" width="640" /> </a></p><p> A change of scenery is good every now and then... Shakes me out of a fixed routine...and into the joy of unexpected blessings that pop up thanks to the Holy Spirit, and the angels. Have a blessed day. The best is yet to be.<br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p><p> <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-2085484093942539642024-02-21T16:14:00.001-05:002024-02-21T16:14:09.752-05:00Shooting Stars in the Works: An Angel Message<p>The angels were at work again in nature. Timing is a funny thing, and I was about to learn yet another lesson on patience. </p><p> A few weeks ago, while doing a spurt of gardening, I was tempted to cut back the tall Hawaiian Ti plant. The colorful centerpiece in a flowerbed outside the living room window had lost its appeal. Cold winter temperatures browned the colorful pink and purple leaves. I was ready for a change. But... <i>something held me back</i> from clipping it to the ground. Instead I picked off the dead leaves, and let the skimpy-looking plant be.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdeCdiCmQZnQUbgISaFo4MJDuooY_IE4nkREY_gi5tHja4gYT1Ed7jENYkPC5KGKriAySdrBIhTyY0QSNbg09NtQCnowU665M-OFwyVn581gooHge_r8F6xoy9joHNJUbfXN5285Hzr9fSWRCh14I2M8-7CXGMn_ZfAG6nDyIEXVLXISQAAG_af0pir8/s5184/IMG_8976.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdeCdiCmQZnQUbgISaFo4MJDuooY_IE4nkREY_gi5tHja4gYT1Ed7jENYkPC5KGKriAySdrBIhTyY0QSNbg09NtQCnowU665M-OFwyVn581gooHge_r8F6xoy9joHNJUbfXN5285Hzr9fSWRCh14I2M8-7CXGMn_ZfAG6nDyIEXVLXISQAAG_af0pir8/s320/IMG_8976.JPG" width="240" /></a>After heavy rains all last weekend, the sun finally came out on Tuesday afternoon. <br /></p><p>Coming up the front walk, I was in for a surprise. The Ti plant stood tall in the sunlight, proudly showing off. She had bloomed in a sweet cluster of tiny six-petaled star-shaped florets! "See I did it!" She seemed to say. And, none of the Ti plants I've owned in the past have ever bloomed. I didn't even know they could. And, here she was, in her glory. Tall pink shoots opening up little stars to reach up high for the sky. <i> <br /></i></p><p><i> </i> <br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlWWb4wOtto4K3KEs6ccDycHAMT9UVxNhevr-P3YKcnoyc_CGHguqbZF0P7P4kbc_c0CY1M3AaZjk40M64RQlz3cAFM-0kBnwaU7qR6OeJZ2h_dK1TwvppC1CoBTDaR1PzfbO_3ivGvUSJXy6HiHyhEVEc4T0Zl_DMQMfhRqhsvfu8_LbM2jESAv1MTA/s5184/IMG_8975.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlWWb4wOtto4K3KEs6ccDycHAMT9UVxNhevr-P3YKcnoyc_CGHguqbZF0P7P4kbc_c0CY1M3AaZjk40M64RQlz3cAFM-0kBnwaU7qR6OeJZ2h_dK1TwvppC1CoBTDaR1PzfbO_3ivGvUSJXy6HiHyhEVEc4T0Zl_DMQMfhRqhsvfu8_LbM2jESAv1MTA/s320/IMG_8975.JPG" width="240" /></a>What a joyful boost! And, a reminder, <i>eyes judge not</i>. My perception isn't always accurate. A hidden mystery is at work below the surface, helping each of us reach our inner potential, and to assure a happy outcome for all. </p><p>It was also a heads-up on how I can be tempted to quit on something, not realizing the best to be is right around the corner so do my best day-by-day and press on, expecting good things. </p><p>By the way, a quick look on-line referred to the Ti plant as a Good Luck plant. But we know that more than luck is involved in this wonderful mystery called Life. God is in the details.<br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p> Rae Karen<br /></p><p> <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-5021113995465032972024-02-20T16:58:00.003-05:002024-02-20T16:58:25.036-05:00Make Life More Joy: Angel Message<p> <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6DypJOQWSXxz777y5KLOz3ICVCuyiIoRYaU5Fn1GcwFIIaLS7vWotRM8XsXaZ_WdwRfbK76MhKN_Rv270gnS8fUsMGTC2yUKPLkidLOOyF6qB0ulgiC-bgUV1AM0DpbXvVUJXRrZm6ySxqpcMwkjZALPzNW7v_6iA2U__ml-YnhxCogNx8wgUbHg2Cs/s5184/IMG_8961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6DypJOQWSXxz777y5KLOz3ICVCuyiIoRYaU5Fn1GcwFIIaLS7vWotRM8XsXaZ_WdwRfbK76MhKN_Rv270gnS8fUsMGTC2yUKPLkidLOOyF6qB0ulgiC-bgUV1AM0DpbXvVUJXRrZm6ySxqpcMwkjZALPzNW7v_6iA2U__ml-YnhxCogNx8wgUbHg2Cs/s320/IMG_8961.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />This morning at the lake I found a canister of fishing line strewn across the grassy shore. A known hazard to tangle happy webbed feet. I quickly reeled it in. On the bold label the word<b> FIERCENESS, All-weather,</b> seemed an angel warning. <b>FIERCENESS</b> is a strong and powerful word, reminding me of ferocious lions. <i> </i> <br /><p></p><p>When the picture was uploaded, I could read the small label in the pink side of the fishing line reel. <i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Make Life More Joy </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b> </i><br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXbrSf_2mnEd0LgObKfyfUDUK5g9W9fQNRJmCjfOxDfwtT2RW8MnVsEAcullwYNYa0cuqaEWHn5U1Xdy_nuGaZuTtwE3cWTSHvyCSTxK8btnWrd1YSQ5a9mB0vcsOFbQRLzoAzQn3wPxa-tEVW6Mf7wPSKusX-9ZS9JaOBNB_L84Zb0P5xRKcyfd9rNg/s2704/22024lakefishingreelline.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2682" data-original-width="2704" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXbrSf_2mnEd0LgObKfyfUDUK5g9W9fQNRJmCjfOxDfwtT2RW8MnVsEAcullwYNYa0cuqaEWHn5U1Xdy_nuGaZuTtwE3cWTSHvyCSTxK8btnWrd1YSQ5a9mB0vcsOFbQRLzoAzQn3wPxa-tEVW6Mf7wPSKusX-9ZS9JaOBNB_L84Zb0P5xRKcyfd9rNg/s320/22024lakefishingreelline.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Make Life More Joy...</span> </b>A wonderful message for these times we live in. Our thoughts are mental images so angel guidance seemed to advice watch what your fishing for in life... What you cast out will come back to you. <br /></p><p>In the afternoon, another angel message appeared downtown by the library. Next door to the parking lot, a heavy duty construction site was underway. A new apartment complex was rising upward. The bold white letters, <b>HIGH REACH, </b>on a sky-blue construction crane made me laugh. The angels were at it again. The crane is a powerful vehicle that lifts workers up to those hard to reach places to get the job done. Places on high, not as yet accessible by stairs or elevators. <br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3kk0J5LiaJmAHY7gjrYaOjT_UEQj4BQSx3LPI4MOc3iUln3Zv6geWWHn49hefM_aHCABc3hCs558jPyqIfYAG6yScWmx0OlD_6YQ4jQfnyO02z0Ty6Eq8BZBOTjEC-YWV58hzDshpRHUl4QOPlm8dFho__Oo7f4gKqowYQ1DtzioKhEIe3T77Czd6yI/s5184/HIGHREACH22024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3kk0J5LiaJmAHY7gjrYaOjT_UEQj4BQSx3LPI4MOc3iUln3Zv6geWWHn49hefM_aHCABc3hCs558jPyqIfYAG6yScWmx0OlD_6YQ4jQfnyO02z0Ty6Eq8BZBOTjEC-YWV58hzDshpRHUl4QOPlm8dFho__Oo7f4gKqowYQ1DtzioKhEIe3T77Czd6yI/s320/HIGHREACH22024.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p>I was thankful for the reminder. Angels are heavenly helpers that elevate our awareness to the spiritual realm of Life, to reach high, and remember that God is infinite Love. Keep thoughts on high and expect the best.<br /></p><p>Later when reflecting on the word FIERCE, Archangel Michael came to mind. A fierce and mighty warrior whose light triumphs over the battle of darkness and negativity. Archangel Michael will help every seeker, on the path by cutting away obstacles that block their earthly mission. If we become stuck Archangel Michael can lift our spirit higher, and help us find the light within ourselves, if we reach out and make the call. </p><p>Make Life More Joy by reaching higher today. <br /></p><p></p><p>Love, joy, and peace,</p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-87261150952727829652024-02-19T19:27:00.001-05:002024-02-19T19:27:09.156-05:00Expansiveness: An Angel Message from Nature<p>Sometimes the angels keep bringing opportunities to learn through nature. Today I needed to pay attention to their lesson on expansiveness. To look for opportunities to expand my awareness and increase my understanding of the Divine in my life. <i>We are all more than we can presently know. </i><br /><br />A spontaneous visit to the local rehab where wild peacocks roam free proved to illustrate expansiveness. The self-conscious peacocks had come out of hiding. Molting season was over. Proudly attired in a brand new train of iridescent plumage, rich in colors of bright purple and emerald teal, like never before. One crowned royal beauty basked in the warm sun drying out from the weekend rain. Then, in a joyful burst of expansiveness, out popped his magnificent feathers in an explosion of hundreds of bright eyes that shimmered in a happy dance of joy. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vXjuvBztfJC_3deGLozXVR8zG8ZimgVuZpJtgiWSmDlaJOSU6eIca2_6-q0cr2l5-hAuf-gZFYhZ4F1bYaAp_BopPdS62zuAUqIdrCw63wl7KqGjsYzRiz7Dkk_swVsETmrMOoiexZ8o2bBXbW1SFGcEoAiwEjD7vfJGiNV_bNteqakMh-KT5Z2M8YI/s5184/221924peacockcape.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vXjuvBztfJC_3deGLozXVR8zG8ZimgVuZpJtgiWSmDlaJOSU6eIca2_6-q0cr2l5-hAuf-gZFYhZ4F1bYaAp_BopPdS62zuAUqIdrCw63wl7KqGjsYzRiz7Dkk_swVsETmrMOoiexZ8o2bBXbW1SFGcEoAiwEjD7vfJGiNV_bNteqakMh-KT5Z2M8YI/w300-h400/221924peacockcape.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsPPsedbhsrUhXPiPkTrbccvZJvUS3NV4WEb8IcWHyw8BQfb2z7wUVpyR_7SsrNhG4lCP2F8zhyphenhyphenlspwTvxXKzXdmdcceRPBVkINkof8GYSALdMxkQgmGErbY7L8Zhe_J389rdQ69PrN5okPeJzzGpBhUEn-jmbWBsT9IY_4eFKCKV_OVEx1RS47YCXvc/s5184/21924peacockfullfan.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsPPsedbhsrUhXPiPkTrbccvZJvUS3NV4WEb8IcWHyw8BQfb2z7wUVpyR_7SsrNhG4lCP2F8zhyphenhyphenlspwTvxXKzXdmdcceRPBVkINkof8GYSALdMxkQgmGErbY7L8Zhe_J389rdQ69PrN5okPeJzzGpBhUEn-jmbWBsT9IY_4eFKCKV_OVEx1RS47YCXvc/w400-h300/21924peacockfullfan.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>But more was to come. Late in the afternoon, the angels were at it again,<i> </i>when I was called outdoors to look at the unusual February
moon. Another beauty, glowed in a blue sky above the golden trees. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Zb1nrkTL8MTe6EhtjAyHsDzLhwFNSc3ajuD3QPt-4AIrex5V-ktDGZ6Z8jkpyyrKMNjnWZ8u6PePh1mNl86ArDXYMILiKHeoh29OgOVJk0wX4XlD4RJE5BtGyESfQjaX8DVEYHLsrLVO2CdNHDkDNXB_tnFDFBTIDFZB1u3WXJDqH58yDF7vzDsqBu4/s5184/IMG_8954.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Zb1nrkTL8MTe6EhtjAyHsDzLhwFNSc3ajuD3QPt-4AIrex5V-ktDGZ6Z8jkpyyrKMNjnWZ8u6PePh1mNl86ArDXYMILiKHeoh29OgOVJk0wX4XlD4RJE5BtGyESfQjaX8DVEYHLsrLVO2CdNHDkDNXB_tnFDFBTIDFZB1u3WXJDqH58yDF7vzDsqBu4/s320/IMG_8954.JPG" width="240" /></a> Curious, I looked up the phase of the moon and learned something
new. When the moon is "bulging" outward but not quite full, it's called
a waxing Gibbous Moon. Each day the moon's light expands. Here Bella Luna has 78% illumination but will grow brighter day by day until she is full of radiant light.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Afo3m766cFI91ycVZIh9eWiyPnOcGUCiQFbgr0bik6BFjn5_E8uWuXJ_SgApd4vwONFNjFT-CPBdt0it2ZvLqO0ULW8-E0jUw5JhhNanhOQs3V8z2_5NAj3LQyuyOiJU0n9FoV5lB1kiUc4HBqJWD4sVYS5Z9DPrnq85G8bhPP2INXBrKjeTgJbX6RA/s5184/IMG_8956.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Afo3m766cFI91ycVZIh9eWiyPnOcGUCiQFbgr0bik6BFjn5_E8uWuXJ_SgApd4vwONFNjFT-CPBdt0it2ZvLqO0ULW8-E0jUw5JhhNanhOQs3V8z2_5NAj3LQyuyOiJU0n9FoV5lB1kiUc4HBqJWD4sVYS5Z9DPrnq85G8bhPP2INXBrKjeTgJbX6RA/s320/IMG_8956.JPG" width="320" /></a>I'm thankful for the teaching on expansiveness. A note of reassurance and encouragement for our times. When we pass through the dark night of the soul to remember the peacock and the moon. Don't lose faith. Walk by faith and not by sight. Keep your peace that this too is a passing phase in our spiritual growth. What we see is not the whole truth about our true identity. The best is yet to be. We, too, will shine again with the light of Christ.</p><p>Love and peace,</p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-89043211777455009632024-02-18T11:48:00.001-05:002024-02-18T11:48:56.321-05:00Never Force Things: An Angel Message<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div>Yes, I'm often times headstrong, and stubborn, especially when I think I know best, and try to force an issue. While working on the angel blog early this morning, I got caught in the act. Our gray tabby jumped up and like a little tempest, sprang into action on my desk, gnawing my new laptop, swatting an ink pen around, making it hard to concentrate. I got stirred up, determined to get my way, and finish the article. Then a funny thing happened. Suddenly it was as though an angel tapped me on the shoulder, bringing to mind what I was writing about. <i><b>Never force things</b>.</i> I sheepishly chuckled, and eased up. The writing could wait. It was back to the morning routine of prayer and meditation. <br /></div><div> </div><div>Dr. Emmet Fox, an outstanding spiritual teacher, wrote many books that helped millions find inner peace. Here is his advice on <b>Never Force Things</b>.<br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>
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He goes on to say, "What you really want is harmony and true expression at every point in your life. The actual way in which this comes does not matter so long as you get the thing itself. When you encounter a firm resistance anywhere, it usually means that you are on the wrong road and had better retreat and try another. Mental or material pushing will only get you farther down the wrong road, and it gives you a longer distance to retrace.</div>
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His final advice: "Claim that God works in you, and that when He works He always succeeds; that He knows the best way and is inspiring you to take it; that He meets no resistance for He works with joy; and that you and your life are part of that."<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-53352494537875165892024-02-15T14:15:00.001-05:002024-02-15T14:15:04.105-05:00Opening to Divine Impulses: An Angel Message<p>Sometimes if we willingly turn toward a new direction, even in the most mundane circumstances, an old routine will be interrupted, and we will awaken to new things on our path. Happy things we may otherwise have missed. The key is to listen for divine impulses and take action.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFQE-VngxEhXBhrl9qtSRInO9rmon8Y_PSsXFzjwv3mOu0gzNMeJcJo1jL2jVwgizc4aij8Lvispekq6M3EvqA-Vz_aLYFHxJF8o5E914hHKntYm2nrjEy3okVnUn2V6UqU4bD9PAazJWXAkJ4nhUwO50CFXdekvVdRG3A7lxgR34PdAxsZen4hbpv5E/s1023/rabbitsilverfox.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1023" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFQE-VngxEhXBhrl9qtSRInO9rmon8Y_PSsXFzjwv3mOu0gzNMeJcJo1jL2jVwgizc4aij8Lvispekq6M3EvqA-Vz_aLYFHxJF8o5E914hHKntYm2nrjEy3okVnUn2V6UqU4bD9PAazJWXAkJ4nhUwO50CFXdekvVdRG3A7lxgR34PdAxsZen4hbpv5E/w200-h150/rabbitsilverfox.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>The weekly trip to our local farmers' market proved this to be true when Elliot and I made a choice to walk the busy vendors' loop in a new direction. Veering right, rather than the usual left brought a reward. In the shade of an old oak tree, a rare domestic breed of baby rabbits were on sale for Valentines' pets for $50. A huddle of black furry bunnies, no bigger than my fist, peering wide-eyed in a large cage on a table drew me near. </p><p>"Would I like to hold a bunny?" The vendor asked, offering me a cute little furry ball in his arms. <br /></p><p> "I've never held a bunny before," I said, "and, we have a cat at home." It didn't seem fair to hold the little fellow and have to return it. <br /></p><p>Still, he held out hope-- so small and innocent, my first thought as I looked into the shiny eyes of the timid little creature, was about its needs. How would it feel being passed to the arms of a stranger? <br /></p><p>But, a sudden impulse had me reach out to share love. To my surprise, the bunny hunkered down close to my heart. Gently, I stroked its coat of jet black fur while softly speaking words of love. The breeder got out his phone and showed the pictures of this rare breed of Silver Fox Rabbits. Unlike other rabbits, their fur can change color according to the seasons like the Silver Arctic Fox does to camouflage itself in the snow. </p><p>My attention was focused on loving this precious little creature in my arms for as long as I could. Not only did my leather jacket heat up, but I could feel my heart soften, thawing out from the deep. When it came time to reluctantly let go, my wish was for each Valentine bunny to find a happy home. <br /></p><p>It may sound rather silly, but I walked on feeling lighter, thankful for the priceless gift of love. And, for a heart healing I wasn't even aware I needed. <br /></p><p>In <i>Animal Messengers, </i>Regula Meyer writes:</p><p>If a rabbit hops into your life, it brings a message of fertility, and expansion. "It tells you to expand your human essence, to remain fertile, to open yourself to divine impulses and to let them multiply." </p><p>Every spring around Easter, rabbits are abundant. An announcement for us, too, to awaken from winter sleep and begin to take part in life again. To let the light in and spread joy and happiness. <br /></p><p>I was thankful for the angel message through the bunnies: "to open yourself to divine impulses and to let them multiply." </p><p>It makes a world of difference when we are open to sharing the light of divine love. </p><p>Enjoy your day with the Angels. Remember you are never alone. God has sent His angels to watch over you in all your ways.</p><p></p><p> Love and peace,</p><p> Rae Karen</p><p><br /></p><p>photo: web<br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-55096860192314617652024-02-14T10:05:00.000-05:002024-02-14T10:05:08.068-05:00Happy Valentine's Day from the Angels<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLH1Jdwnq428WJY5OrS1kV0QlPITB6f-VHp7EPajHg54vH1_TSc9IngD-sP24nF7pbRocXbqLYJJelubMX-RYfLfTii4kpSuPo8RUF1d-WkJJXDl1ge7MZoc7N3Vupj1gOKnItXQKU84/s1600-h/valentines.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436740951395174786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLH1Jdwnq428WJY5OrS1kV0QlPITB6f-VHp7EPajHg54vH1_TSc9IngD-sP24nF7pbRocXbqLYJJelubMX-RYfLfTii4kpSuPo8RUF1d-WkJJXDl1ge7MZoc7N3Vupj1gOKnItXQKU84/s320/valentines.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 295px;" /></a>Remember <span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">that old song, "You've gotta have heart, miles and miles of heart? <i>A Course in Miracles</i> teaches that love brings up anything that is not like itself. Our task is not to seek for love, but to look within and find all the walls we've built to keep love out. Doubt, fear, worry, low self-esteem, and anger are some of the hidden blocks. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Opportunities to extend love come in many disguises. The goal is to keep extending love no matter what's going on. As soon as we stop extending and start defending, we've shut down the universal flow of Love. Like a pinched garden hose, our love quotient becomes a trickle, and we are the first to suffer. With a little willingness on our part, we can ask the Holy Spirit, and the angels to help us see the situation differently. With God's help, it will turn out a win/win for all.</span><br />
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<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">An important lesson I try to remember is that <i>whatever I resist, sticks,</i> like super glue. When I accept a situation without trying to change it, meeting it head-on (whoops...<i>heart-on</i>) with love (through the help of the angels and the Holy Spirit), I find a new level of freedom and joy.</span><br />
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<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Wishing you a heartfelt Valentine's Day with your Angels who eternally love you. </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-71006756853616960442024-02-13T11:16:00.002-05:002024-02-13T11:16:54.033-05:00Are You Listening? An Angel Message<p> An iris, a tree, a license plate or a friend, may convey God's message to me. God is always speaking, but often I am so taken up with other things that I will not listen. More and more, I'm trying to stay attuned to the spiritual reality of life. To listen for messages from God's angels, and be grateful for the guidance received. <br /></p><p>It happened on Saturday morning while at the town marketplace. I found myself at a table of old used tools. Hammers, saws, screwdrivers, tools that had been used for construction. Among the nuts and bolts on the Dollar Table, I picked up an old rusted industrial strength heavy metal hook marked </p><p>"HIGH TEST". Immediately I got the angel message. <i>Don't take the bait, hook, line and sinker.</i> I laughed, thankful for the heads-up that a big test was coming. I bought it for a paperweight on my desk. <br /></p><p></p><p></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxAs2WXqrO_2YaA086HnV5PpEK5OdpxVqUABjuAXfIzFnUgKkGYyy8v5_3ka5sIevCyfE0gcF7wPMIZj8z627ebzttz32Qy2KhN1-TQGyIn7briduwA_fQZLtwc_7_0RQOw6TS2sGmsGzwMqWL2c1pRY8tyJv6aYiqag0CsaXSf6v_DAXZU1Den1zIs4/s3888/HighTestHook.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="2778" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxAs2WXqrO_2YaA086HnV5PpEK5OdpxVqUABjuAXfIzFnUgKkGYyy8v5_3ka5sIevCyfE0gcF7wPMIZj8z627ebzttz32Qy2KhN1-TQGyIn7briduwA_fQZLtwc_7_0RQOw6TS2sGmsGzwMqWL2c1pRY8tyJv6aYiqag0CsaXSf6v_DAXZU1Den1zIs4/s320/HighTestHook.JPG" width="229" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A reminder that whenever anything
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quickly turn and swim away, asking the Holy Spirit for peace, before getting hooked, and reeled into an argument or heated debate. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">THERE IS NO FICTION.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Enjoy your day with your angels. What is God saying to you today? He is in the details and wants only the best for His Children. God loves you. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Love and peace,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Rae Karen <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-18461821116903853512024-02-07T12:18:00.002-05:002024-02-07T12:18:20.578-05:00A Royal Welcome: Angel Message<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbaebHFTZmuMLkHJWPNv0zF9Kk4VrlsxD05gx7Fb_APfIJivC09nR43I0449VBQZUWQNLtomy9yFPEA9E3o89IULNtSc9KatHqef96gf7p5atMq6YGy-Fcr5a5adSe5lE3kw4VX7-GXYG_8cgv0wDY4VKZBvubqgBj9kv61M4frW3kqMq4XBxmVOH1O2M/s4492/2724solidgoldcrackedcorn.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbaebHFTZmuMLkHJWPNv0zF9Kk4VrlsxD05gx7Fb_APfIJivC09nR43I0449VBQZUWQNLtomy9yFPEA9E3o89IULNtSc9KatHqef96gf7p5atMq6YGy-Fcr5a5adSe5lE3kw4VX7-GXYG_8cgv0wDY4VKZBvubqgBj9kv61M4frW3kqMq4XBxmVOH1O2M/s320/2724solidgoldcrackedcorn.JPG" width="277" /></a></p><p>This morning I noticed the SOLID GOLD label on a new bag of cracked corn. A perfect match for the Muscovy duck known as <i>royal</i> ducks, the flock that enjoys the daily morning feed. <br /></p><p>Usually the hungry ducks are waiting as we pull up at the lake ramp. Happily they run for the car before we can turn off the engine. <br /></p><p>Yesterday the wings of the morning were stirred by something excitedly fresh and different. Change was in the air. As I got out of the car, with the canister of corn, and stood up, a lone duck appeared in the sky flying low over the lake. Powerful wings flapping, heading my way, coming so close, I ducked down. <br /></p><p>WHOOSH! Suddenly I was swept up in a down draft, a thrilling thrust of dynamic energy filled me with the exhilarating presence of flight. <br /></p><p>Click. A pair of webbed feet had landed on the car roof beside me! <br /></p><p>Wow! That was a first! I turned around to see who'd made such a grand entrance?</p><p>To my delight, it was Gray Baby! A special duck I'd helped get through a rough patch the last time I saw him.<br /></p><p>Unlike the other Muscovy ducks, he's mostly gray, and often shunned or pecked. A few days ago, he'd been snubbed by an aggressive duo. I tried to smooth his ruffled feathers by speaking loving words and naming him Gray Baby. I told him that God loved him. And, so did I. Before long, his tail wagged, and he looked up at me. A heart to heart exchange of love had flowed between us for sure. <br /></p><p>The sight of Gray Baby, standing on the car roof, eye-level with me in the light of a new day was one of those angel moments. A wonderful reminder: "Love is reflected in Love." That big lovable Muscovy had given me a royal welcome to make my day. <br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pMp4DutkfTdNu4UcIESvR55qetm69gf7iWY8udo_2IMGlnODYp9BCwg403bCCHC_Ti8chnH-LKm-ZpUF4Rre85hrLHrZ_zxeMXf54afIqofzPK2YWerDdEu59ACg8eC9iwubodcCrQJgzLuFVrstjmzSjqq8cSjCdKn4xj3oZARcLjoKBO3hoPoEILA/s2947/2724graybabybest.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2947" data-original-width="2610" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pMp4DutkfTdNu4UcIESvR55qetm69gf7iWY8udo_2IMGlnODYp9BCwg403bCCHC_Ti8chnH-LKm-ZpUF4Rre85hrLHrZ_zxeMXf54afIqofzPK2YWerDdEu59ACg8eC9iwubodcCrQJgzLuFVrstjmzSjqq8cSjCdKn4xj3oZARcLjoKBO3hoPoEILA/s320/2724graybabybest.JPG" width="283" /></a> </p><p>All went well. Soon cracked corn was shared by all the ducks gathered round the old cypress tree at the water's edge. And, I, too, had been fed with food for thought. A lesson on giving and receiving. "Love is reflected in Love." A reminder that whatever we send out, will eventually wing its way back to us. So choose love.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCCyXp1louqcx8CQIapfa6DFE1AoR5mF1SBFNMn4KzndgvS92McjjkCxe0HHhHVNNiebUiYC1NY03CGMTBlpeneS-eCoA8L1DP939Ninn4Eo0YJn340P8hR_DXgW8I03lFHaJxEC4TWNWOsmIGqzchImNCmUaRrxY57aM9IKdh6bIuvRaVB03ncC1JyI/s5184/IMG_8867.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCCyXp1louqcx8CQIapfa6DFE1AoR5mF1SBFNMn4KzndgvS92McjjkCxe0HHhHVNNiebUiYC1NY03CGMTBlpeneS-eCoA8L1DP939Ninn4Eo0YJn340P8hR_DXgW8I03lFHaJxEC4TWNWOsmIGqzchImNCmUaRrxY57aM9IKdh6bIuvRaVB03ncC1JyI/s320/IMG_8867.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Oh, I almost forgot...when I looked up Muscovy in <i>What It's Like to Be a Bird</i>, their large wing feathers were used for writing quills. And, our modern word "pen" comes from the Latin word penna, for "feather". Sometimes people hunger for uplifting stories more than they do for food. People are hungry for what you know. <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Have a joyful day, and remember that you are never alone. God loves you. He has sent His angels to help you through times such as these. The best is yet to be.<br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-26700767734443594922024-02-05T16:28:00.002-05:002024-02-05T16:28:45.797-05:00Darkest Before the Dawn: Angel Message<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TzglnEXcKk9liKWUU1kC-fIbcCT5-m0BFw28m6R9GygZ8eaVbq2eQpx_wAUYbbrY8ErNc352tii61xzdUQwmZKgauZbk3yPaMPOJqYUcqGQ_lT3npUo2-CFOgSEZgvSbpMgnqmKvfRBNIjqVv5frNoDxIjWC9gyQQ3kZv2zjkMFCDPB9dee1dKKkRxU/s5184/IMG_8830%20-%20Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TzglnEXcKk9liKWUU1kC-fIbcCT5-m0BFw28m6R9GygZ8eaVbq2eQpx_wAUYbbrY8ErNc352tii61xzdUQwmZKgauZbk3yPaMPOJqYUcqGQ_lT3npUo2-CFOgSEZgvSbpMgnqmKvfRBNIjqVv5frNoDxIjWC9gyQQ3kZv2zjkMFCDPB9dee1dKKkRxU/s320/IMG_8830%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Maybe you've noticed your pets can deliver angel messages of guidance and encouragement in the dark hours of trials and testings. The divine timing of these not so subtle deliveries can serve as a heads-up that more is going on than meets the eye so keep having faith and looking up. The best is yet to be.<br /><p></p><p>It happened this morning. Long before dawn, our cat Hei-Hei stirred the ethers by jumping up on the bookcase and swatting my prayer beads to the floor. It turned out to be a double delivery when I turned on the lamp and saw Jesus on the floor. A long forgotten prayer card of a peaceful Christ pointing upward and white doves circling His holy presence. Curious, I turned over the card and read The Serenity Prayer which I know well. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQaH9NFsCi5fnLe4u2kni4WFzCHcUKv-4azLi0bhdimgS8ascQLSlq03eRakHUwvymO6D2uzABQ_7lQeyGZ0s1shA0K5rNp1ZgAZu6jKZtQGDVMy-3hWQ9vSUy6Ca6ltnL9ExGu3CgomE_jXflx61K7ViNnrV60mmTcM21WzRPPtXA2gmGGeE5r3qaoA/s5184/IMG_8826%20-%20Copy.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5184" data-original-width="3888" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQaH9NFsCi5fnLe4u2kni4WFzCHcUKv-4azLi0bhdimgS8ascQLSlq03eRakHUwvymO6D2uzABQ_7lQeyGZ0s1shA0K5rNp1ZgAZu6jKZtQGDVMy-3hWQ9vSUy6Ca6ltnL9ExGu3CgomE_jXflx61K7ViNnrV60mmTcM21WzRPPtXA2gmGGeE5r3qaoA/s320/IMG_8826%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="240" /></a></p><p>But I had an <i>aha</i> moment when I read<b> </b>an additional verse at the end. </p><p>"But God, grant me the courage, not to give up on what I think is right, even though I think it is hopeless."</p><p> </p><p><b>SERENITY PRAYER</b><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">GOD GRANT ME THE <u>COURAGE</u></div><div style="text-align: left;">TO CHANGE THE THINGS</div><div style="text-align: left;">I CAN CHANGE,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">THE <u>SERENITY</u> TO ACCEPT</div><div style="text-align: left;">THOSE I CANNOT CHANGE,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">AND THE <u>WISDOM</u> TO KNOW</div><div style="text-align: left;">THE DIFFERENCE.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">BUT GOD, GRANT ME THE COURAGE</div><div style="text-align: left;">NOT TO GIVE UP ON WHAT</div><div style="text-align: left;">I THINK IS RIGHT, EVEN THOUGH</div><div style="text-align: left;">I THINK IT IS HOPELESS.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90RCNuYoFDIv86a4NTHLMILD9UD_D1McfFtRV9uSIFQWYSgPDNPmUIeaK23hdpHJ45sUM_MhUQRFamIoFa-tQd_VkUw0TI86lFSID70Ar8jugn42BmgWuXu22rWvOfvciUXpzo6ZpyFWEXlKeBNslnFcntEPI1jayHoRTih-2lLKqpE6Za5xYo7o9Fd8/s4095/IMG_8827.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4095" data-original-width="2343" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90RCNuYoFDIv86a4NTHLMILD9UD_D1McfFtRV9uSIFQWYSgPDNPmUIeaK23hdpHJ45sUM_MhUQRFamIoFa-tQd_VkUw0TI86lFSID70Ar8jugn42BmgWuXu22rWvOfvciUXpzo6ZpyFWEXlKeBNslnFcntEPI1jayHoRTih-2lLKqpE6Za5xYo7o9Fd8/s320/IMG_8827.JPG" width="183" /></a><p>Our Hei-Hei had done it again, He had delivered an answer to my prayer. </p><p> Love and peace,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-63838643909230728322024-02-01T11:20:00.000-05:002024-02-01T11:20:08.703-05:00Be The Sunshine: Angel Message<p> Something amusing happened on Sunday. A little ray of hope that brightened my day, and it all came about some may say by <i>chance</i>, but I've come to see these random encounters as a <i>God wink</i>, a touch of Providence in timing. Oddly enough, it had to do with ducks.</p><p>Four years ago, a blonde-haired woman and her mother would regularly drive to the local lake in a red SUV to feed the ducks. She carried a bowl of yellow cracked corn and would shout at the waters' edge, "Here DUCKIES!" Her fowl friends would clamor ashore from all directions to greet her. Fondly, I silently named her the Duck Lady and learned where to buy corn feed for the ducks. For some reason, she and her mother stopped coming to the lake, but whenever I saw a red SUV pass by, I wondered about her.</p><p>On Sunday I got my answer.</p><p>Elliot and I recently found a new park with a wide concrete trail circling a lake, in another town, eight miles away. On Sunday as we walked around the lake, two women passed us by heading in the opposite direction on the path. One wore a cheerful yellow T-shirt. BE THE SUNSHINE! We smiled, and I called out, I love your tee shirt. Walking on, Elliot thought she looked familiar, something about her smile. Maybe she was the Duck Lady, only this woman had brown hair. </p><p>Not wanting to miss an opportunity to thank her, I turned back, calling out, "Are you the Duck Lady?" She stopped, and as we gathered, in a moment's reflection the pieces fell together. </p><p>"Thanks to you, I feed the ducks cracked corn, and know where to get it." I told her.<br /></p><p>Smiling she asked about the ducks, how many were there? And also was happy to hear the update on Papa and Mama Sandhill Crane. Her mother, also had on a yellow sun emblem T-shirt. She looked at us, and said, "I was just thinking about you yesterday wondering where you are." </p><p>Really? Goosebumps rippled. </p><p>God is in the details.<br /></p><p>The nature loving pair was happy to hear their duck family was being well-fed, and we all parted with big smiles...</p><p>Then, further down the trail, she turned, and called out with a big laugh, "Now, you're the Duck Lady!"</p><p>"Duck Lady II!!!" I laughed, holding up two fingers. </p><p>And, so I am thankful to begin each morning with a trip to the lake to greet a fleet of happy webbed-feet. Tails wagging, running toward me and my large tin of cracked corn. </p><p>Later, it dawned on me that the Duck Lady showed up to feed me an angel message that sunny afternoon: </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TINHy-vn-OpPwTJDBfIo66qO61daMpIuu_UQoh_n18WnZIKdkd4X30f4QcwGZTCi9l_XytXAcSJSjJEak2J9uPI-Mury-QcjudmkbjKjFN0N6GJHnaB-yZzYUCgaQH1niftalkkdLRtiFi-LPPLZkuJkDK5mUpi3yMs-vxdawh_afJXFRM7z13-KiDo/s5184/IMG_8823.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TINHy-vn-OpPwTJDBfIo66qO61daMpIuu_UQoh_n18WnZIKdkd4X30f4QcwGZTCi9l_XytXAcSJSjJEak2J9uPI-Mury-QcjudmkbjKjFN0N6GJHnaB-yZzYUCgaQH1niftalkkdLRtiFi-LPPLZkuJkDK5mUpi3yMs-vxdawh_afJXFRM7z13-KiDo/s320/IMG_8823.JPG" width="320" /></a>BE THE SUNSHINE.<p>It's wonderful that God knows the desires of our heart, and will speak softly to each of us according to our needs, and His ways are not our ways. But that makes it a grand mystery as we expect the happy things of God to come to us day by day.</p><p>Be the Sunshine. <br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rae Karen<br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-62388494963465298112024-01-18T18:19:00.001-05:002024-01-18T18:19:29.194-05:00A Lesson on Forgiveness and Second Chances: Angel Message<p> Sometimes I'm guilty of being impatient and not giving things time to work out harmoniously. Like that old garden adage proclaims, <i>Faith grows in a garden. </i></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SOd98OVetC7t3F9Mi1koY8e_eWpzpie4YWk3W5PZxtzVg_4TAxPr_MTl79ZI18Zi4O06bcizHs5APDPX79GXIpy9-Ukr-WBoH1d-3PxxOfz4gEYRmHPz74-5hgW7SaE-XIyUfhi82RbgI3IqDZ0yDKgQgoOJz3oORoaUdTQ5ClEhzborp1IB-nEyT-E/s1820/sweetwilliamflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1820" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SOd98OVetC7t3F9Mi1koY8e_eWpzpie4YWk3W5PZxtzVg_4TAxPr_MTl79ZI18Zi4O06bcizHs5APDPX79GXIpy9-Ukr-WBoH1d-3PxxOfz4gEYRmHPz74-5hgW7SaE-XIyUfhi82RbgI3IqDZ0yDKgQgoOJz3oORoaUdTQ5ClEhzborp1IB-nEyT-E/s320/sweetwilliamflowers.jpg" width="320" /></a>Today I learned a tender lesson on forgiveness from the Sweet William or dianthus flower. Let me backtrack.</p><p>Last spring, I filled a large stone planter with these biennial plants whose flowers are born in starry clusters atop a short stem. Cheerful little blossoms graced our front walk, flourishing in the hot summer sun. In late autumn, the blossoms faded; the leaves, straggly. I was ready to plant a new kind of flower in the circular stone pot. </p><p>When I tried to uproot the Sweet Williams, their tenacious roots clung deep down to the pot. After a struggle, I gave up and pruned the plants in hopes they would bounce back, but they didn't. <br /></p><p>Weeks later, I tried again with no luck no matter how hard I dug they wouldn't budge. An idea came, grab the hose and soak the soil to loosen the roots. Then turn the planter bottom side up and it won't be such an eye-sore. </p><p>With bad weather, my gardening enthusiasm waned and more than a month passed before I remembered to turn over the upset planter, wary of what I'd see. <br /></p><p>To my delight, instead of old yellow, dried-up leafy dead plants, I found life! Pale green leafy little clusters of hope. With only a small hole in the top of the planter, I was amazed that the Sweet Williams managed to live without sun, wind, or rain. <br /></p><p> A pang of guilt stirred at such a deliberate testimony of strong will and faith.<br /></p><p>A powerful lesson that we, too, can stay strong when anchored in faith, when stuck in the darkness of sudden adversity. When we rely on God for help. </p><p>With a thankful heart, I asked the Sweet Williams to forgive me, and I hurried to water their wilted leaves with loving-kindness in the sunlight. <br /></p><p>Then an idea came to keep the Sweet Williams sunny-side up in the planter, and create a tiny gnome garden, with a house and a mail box. It seemed like a win-win.<br /></p><p>But there was more... <br /></p><p>This morning when I opened the living curtains, I happened to look down from the window at a special delivery from the floral messengers. With childlike wonder, I gazed at one tiny red bud. It reached up high like an umbrella and had bloomed on a cold winter night. In that special moment, it seemed to be a gift of grace, an offering of forgiveness. I was thankful for a second chance. </p><p>Curious, I looked up the meaning of Sweet William (dianthus) in <i>Nature-Speak.</i> <i> <br /></i></p><p>The message was in divine order. This flower carries a message about greater obedience to divine will. The name William means "brave and protecting." "When we align to the divine will, we are protected and can walk without fear." <br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclWDAiESmuZD8e0hIp1rbSitBpnVVUlKbyEVWGyhfmQMBE9XK7MVVMlunepSg4TftZmr3RVPCVMD5svTPibLazoajQ40JVQamr5OHtlbSALPKvBx5aWpDNV6-u_tBJAt1B9NEOwWrx8VJR8P-77pmz2EIlgd10agDDXDdhJSw_zjEx_KNNp4CsKAqYu4/s3662/11824dianthusbloom.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2711" data-original-width="3662" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclWDAiESmuZD8e0hIp1rbSitBpnVVUlKbyEVWGyhfmQMBE9XK7MVVMlunepSg4TftZmr3RVPCVMD5svTPibLazoajQ40JVQamr5OHtlbSALPKvBx5aWpDNV6-u_tBJAt1B9NEOwWrx8VJR8P-77pmz2EIlgd10agDDXDdhJSw_zjEx_KNNp4CsKAqYu4/s320/11824dianthusbloom.JPG" width="320" /></a></p>Wow! Just the message needed most for today. Thank you, Angels.<br /><p></p><p>God is always speaking to His children. Please remember whatever you're going through just now, you may feel alone and cut off from the world at large, but God loves you. He knows the things you need. So fear not. He has given His angels charge over you to protect you and guide you. Keep rooted deeply in faith and trust the best is yet to be.</p><p>After dinner, I looked out the window, in the rain, a second Sweet William had bloomed. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPGrZaOimBNdtPRHaXNshjFf2hEXDuon4BJmsx3F8t6q_h96Hr6NGpkYUmmpWaVppnxuvA8UstMnBzD2nMTVclQKUTZoTeJML78heURNha_W61R6IIlU3m-tJTuUN3nC8loE9SjhRGiUhGu8qPwkz0RLgCs2qULlH1PAi6wHVISAmc9uhYTLVoJYuurk/s4642/11824dianthus2bloom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3043" data-original-width="4642" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPGrZaOimBNdtPRHaXNshjFf2hEXDuon4BJmsx3F8t6q_h96Hr6NGpkYUmmpWaVppnxuvA8UstMnBzD2nMTVclQKUTZoTeJML78heURNha_W61R6IIlU3m-tJTuUN3nC8loE9SjhRGiUhGu8qPwkz0RLgCs2qULlH1PAi6wHVISAmc9uhYTLVoJYuurk/s320/11824dianthus2bloom.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p> </p><p>Rae Karen </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ref. Nature-Speak, Ted Andrews (Sweet William)</span><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-74942412863927334922024-01-16T11:08:00.001-05:002024-01-16T11:08:07.702-05:00Slow and Steady... An Angel Message<p> I've loved turtles since I was a kid and had a miniature one for a pet. So whenever a turtle pops up from the wild, it brings me joy and a burst of hopeful encouragement. As you know, the turtle is an unlikely symbol of victory in the tale of the race with the rabbit. The slow turtle seemed like such a hopeless contender against such a speedy opponent. <br /></p><p>What a surprise when yesterday's colder weather delivered an unlikely messenger. A Painted Turtle was crossing our driveway as we got in the car to run errands. Thankful for divine timing, I ran back into the house to take a photo to share with you. His colorful shell was speckled with green pond moss. Now on dry land, he was making tracks in an easterly direction. </p><p>Turtle is known as a shore creature because it can navigate in both land and the water. And, sometimes the turtle is known as the keeper of the doors to spiritual realms. This year is about doors, new doors opening...change, transformation. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEfOCmwjAmpLem33e4vNkF515LkZ8-TkoF7bL5ERVWqvWW7mih_YBzfACg87K2Wk983HN7l9jh76FWusoL_5OTPh8G2NXPeVY7K8gy9tVXr0YzTRKgZMTmICYW7Wn4Y1wUjUEldvgm1vJZ9HUjSkqjqIB0morfFDlBTiRLil4PJMC9PCOt8d6ggrvTJw/s1779/11524turtledriveway2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1189" data-original-width="1779" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEfOCmwjAmpLem33e4vNkF515LkZ8-TkoF7bL5ERVWqvWW7mih_YBzfACg87K2Wk983HN7l9jh76FWusoL_5OTPh8G2NXPeVY7K8gy9tVXr0YzTRKgZMTmICYW7Wn4Y1wUjUEldvgm1vJZ9HUjSkqjqIB0morfFDlBTiRLil4PJMC9PCOt8d6ggrvTJw/w400-h268/11524turtledriveway2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>Turtle energy can teach new perceptions on time and our relationship
with it. The Painted Turtle is associated with rebirth and new
beginnings through determination and endurance. Long life and groundedness within life is what turtle lessons bring. It doesn't move fast, as if it knows it has all the time in the world. <br /></p><p>I watched his perseverance to keep moving on, head held high. No matter how BIG the distraction, not even this large woman looming nearby with her camera, your biggest fan, can break your stride. Go! Go! Go! Victory is assured... so keep moving toward the finish line.<br /></p><p></p><p>Turns out, a painted turtle brings a reminder on the power and use of color. Unlike the picture, he was a lovely shade of green, with bright yellow stripes on his neck, but I kept my distance out of respect for his space. I thanked him for coming by, and he paid me no mind, as I watched him traverse the garden mulch bed. He trod by the cement turtle statue with a cherub riding on its back. A reminder that we too have an unseen guardian angel urging us onward. <br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIq_cHPaK_5YNeZSE6ePTQ6QgEjFymYAA0NqLbOQlPzgM0DS-GxV8fSjtaa0jyLFqxnPNyxdDLx0oob_mScStwi6ES7fUF2nnyp_wCGVI7qxPUzD6ZPxeeu_ULTL7IysA2GRpX3Ot2nSsScBzHvEJOnNgTK5i5lrFmARgMz3s_weJ-f2O6gWfCD7d5j4U/s3321/11524turtledriveway.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1874" data-original-width="3321" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIq_cHPaK_5YNeZSE6ePTQ6QgEjFymYAA0NqLbOQlPzgM0DS-GxV8fSjtaa0jyLFqxnPNyxdDLx0oob_mScStwi6ES7fUF2nnyp_wCGVI7qxPUzD6ZPxeeu_ULTL7IysA2GRpX3Ot2nSsScBzHvEJOnNgTK5i5lrFmARgMz3s_weJ-f2O6gWfCD7d5j4U/s320/11524turtledriveway.JPG" width="320" /></a>God is always speaking to us, often through nature in a love note that reminds us that we are not alone. God is Love, and with the help of His angels we can add more color to our lives. <br /></p><p>Love and peace,</p><p> </p><p>Rae Karen <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512641340315435929.post-85133731480810425362024-01-15T07:05:00.001-05:002024-01-15T07:05:41.992-05:00Dr. Martin Luther King: An Angel Message<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Today, we celebrate the birthday of a great soul, Dr. Martin Luther King. Great souls come to earth to evoke a great transformation, to dream a new dream. Dr. King had a powerful mission that he took to heart. He walked with courage and conviction through a fiery furnace of racial injustice. As a Baptist minister, he knew angels
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under the control of a loving purpose, and that in the struggle for
righteousness man has cosmic companionship (angels). Behind the harsh
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