Under the Sea, A Yard Sale Treasure: An Angel Message

 Elliot and I had gone out for a Saturday afternoon drive to the local monastery.  On the way, a YARD SALE sign caught my eye.  To my delight, at the end of a long driveway, I saw something unusual.  Leaning up against the trunk of a tall tree, stood a LARGE poster-board of The Little Mermaid.  Whenever that little red-headed mermaid happens to swim by, I take it as an angel sign to honor my inner voice, the divine feminine.

Passing by the YARD SALE, I quietly mentioned to Elliot that I'd like to stop.  Maybe Ariel was for sale.  We had been in a clearing out mode, so he wasn't too excited about the prospect of more stuff.     Not one for shopping on the Sabbath, he silently nodded, heading to our destination to pray and meditate.  Afterwards, I hoped the Little Mermaid would still be waiting.

But to my surprise, a different plan was unfolding; one that involved divine timing. 

Around the bend, the heavy iron gates to the monastery dirt road were closed. Something that rarely happens.

Yielding to what is, Elliot turned the car around.

Something more was going on.

 He waited in the car while I approached the friendly woman in the driveway, asking her if she was enjoying her new home.  She nodded, saying that it had needed a whole lot of work.

"You're making it your own,"  I smiled. She and her husband were doing the renovation themselves.

 The solid brick home, in such a peaceful neighborhood, had been a good buy.  She smiled, saying all of her neighbors were nice and she enjoyed the quietude, hearing the mission bells ring on the hour.

"The monastery is a wonderful place to be in nature and pray.  The Monks sells homemade soaps in the gift shop.  Everyone is welcome."  I told her. 

When I got around to asking her if Ariel was for sale, she smiled.  "No, but I'll give her to you."

"Really?" I asked.

 Turns out, the wooden Mermaid, over 5-feet tall, was far from a simple poster plaque.  Years ago, it had been part of an official Disney Expo.  Her daughter had loved The Little Mermaid.  When 10 years old, she had won a talent competition singing and reciting from The Little Mermaid.

"Will your daughter be okay with your letting this go?"  I asked.

"Oh, my daughter is 20 now.  We taught our daughters to enjoy things, but then be willing to let them go.  She laughed, her other daughter, had just left the U.S. with only a suitcase, heading to Liverpool to start a new life.   That was really letting it all go!

Elliot got out to help carry the heavy, but precious Little Mermaid to the car.  Folding down the backseat, Ariel fit nicely for the ride home.

Thanks to following my inner voice, this BRIGHT-eyed Mermaid, and her little seahorse, Herald, are propped up on the porch, as big as life.  A reminder: Honor the gift of your inner voice. Words matter.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen 

Leave Nothing Unsaid: An Angel Message

On October 31st, a cool autumn breeze delivered an angel invitation to be in nature.   Elliot and I took off for an afternoon adventure at DeLeon Springs, (named for Ponce DeLeon, the discoverer of the Fountain of Youth)   Watching the dynamic waterfall splash onto the rocks,  osprey soared above fishing. A white ibis flock waded in the overflow. It's so wonderful to be able to see again. 

Natural Springs at DeLeon

At the Visitor Center, I saw a large mural of Sunshine Sally the elephant water skier, popular in the days the state park had been a resort area.  An elephant water skiing... An elephant never forgets.

The little museum had artifacts from the Indians who lived in the area 6,000 years ago. It turns out the sugar mill plantation had been constructed by slaves.  A historic ledger the owner kept of his workforce listed their value.  One old slave named Blind Sarah had three 000's by her name. Nothing...

Park visitors were asked to remember those slaves who worked hard in the past to create this wonderful setting today. My heart warmed with love for Sarah. I could relate to not seeing. That's when I learned my true worth.  It didn't come from anything outside of me, it was a God given gift within. Not seeing meant less distractions, and a closer walk with the Divine. 

Old Sugarmill Restaurant

Inside the Center, I found a free box of old magazines on a table by the door. I asked the angels what I needed, if any. Skimming through the stacks of vintage Guideposts, and Reader's Digest, I picked  two Christmas issues. Disney's Little Mermaid wrapping paper was taped on one magazine, no doubt a remnant from a birthday gift. I kept Ariel, the mermaid, as a reminder to never lose my inner voice. 

Ariel Birthday Wrapping Paper and Fuzzy Tape

At home, I saw that my random selections were not so random after all.  An article, Someone Cares, Pass It On, in the December 2015 Guidepost stressed the importance of leaving nothing unsaid.  Words matter.  It is important  to write to family and friends and let them know they are valued. To use your voice.

 I smiled at the synchronicity.  Now, that my sight is restored, I enjoy writing cards and letters.  The angels had me send personal notes to friends and family that morning.

Another article on WATER, was to drink enough everyday to hydrate so that your brain and body will benefit. Drink to Health! The Little Mermaid...another water symbol.

There was more to come...

Standing at the kitchen sink,  I happened to look down.  The Little Mermaid somehow got attached to my fuzzy sweater!  I'd forgotten her, but the angels wanted to make sure to use my voice. Words matter.

 "Elliot! Look!"  Laughing, I pointed to the Little Mermaid on my sweater.  It's an angel message in gift wrap to honor the present of the feminine voice.  (For both males and females.)

So true.  When it comes to our loved ones and those needing encouragement, leave nothing unsaid, speak and write straight from the heart.  Use your voice.

Words matter.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,

Rae Karen