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.
The Angels remind us that when we find ourselves in full go mode, we can make time for feeling and being, if only for a moment, which allows us the perspective and expansiveness to keep going, or possibly, slow down.
The Angels remind us that most everyone is trying their best. Give each other grace. Take the high ground and assume positive intent, even when it feels personal. It’s difficult to be a victim when we claim our own power.