The Angels remind us through the drops that fall as tears or stars there is one substance which binds us all — hope. Hope that healing lives inside. Hope that love will find its rightful place in our hearts. Hope that light will come again.
The Angels remind us to reach in and pull out from within all the love we hold dear and tight, and shatter the holds we have, the holds they have, that meaning may be shared and love be everywhere.
The Angels remind us that beauty is in the in between moments, the stolen slices of thought and sight woven together into something new and bigger than us. Beauty is in the willingness to open our eyes to that which was previously unseen.
The Angels remind us that like the trees and flowers, we open, we close, we raise our faces to the sun and drink in its emboldened warmth for sustenance when days are cold and hearts are warm with living.
The Angels remind us that busyness is not the ride that thrives, it is the way that drives away our clarity and replaces it with, what? Stuff without a real name. But stillness, it gives us softness, a way to hold it all without breaking, a way to bend into life.