Monthly Archives: March 2018

Evidence of Angels Among Us

There are angels among us. Every day. They take different shapes and forms, and sometimes they appear for only one singular moment of interaction, but they’re there. How do I know? I’ve met them. Or rather, they’ve found me when I needed them.

Angel Wax Painting

“Believe” by Bettina Faulkner

You see, angels aren’t just what we imagine them to be or as we’ve seen in the movies: ethereal winged creatures with some human characteristics like faces and hands. No, angels are better described as moments. Moments that are delivered to us via everything and anything from those ethereal beings to humans themselves. Or dogs. Or birds. Or butterflies. Or anything you come across in your day that gives you exactly what you need to remember who you are, and that you are loved.

Angels are messages of inspiration and hope. They are the gentle reminders that make us smile all the way down to our toes.

I met one such angel the other day. She was offering coconut cluster samples at Costco. I wasn’t even going to go down her aisle, but something made me turn around and walk past her. As she saw me approaching, she left her table and sought me out. She said that she “just had to tell me that I had the best smile” and that I “sparkled.” And then she went on to tell me that she “doesn’t lie, because she’s too old to remember anything but he truth.” (I loved that line, by the way. So humble and witty in a single phrase.)

She was my angel today. In a single moment, when I was feeling tired and low (the result of recovering from food poisoning), she reminded me I was loved and appreciated for just being me. For doing nothing more than walking the aisle at Costco, pushing a cart and turning down an aisle I had no need to visit, for just being there.

That’s what angels do. They remind us that we are magical for just being. That we are worthy for just breathing. And that we are appreciated for simply smiling.

I’ve seen angels all over the world in numerous different forms, and I am always grateful for the love they bring me in a single moment, for the reminders they gift me.

Angel Wax Painting

“Shimmering Angel” by Bettina Faulkner

After our little chat, I asked today’s angel if I could give her a hug, and she smiled back, “yes, of course!” We hugged in the middle of Costco surrounded by gargantuan boxes of snacks, and when I let go I told her “you made my day… I appreciate you.” To which she replied, “that’s all I could ever want.”

That’s all any of us could ever want: to be reminded of who we are, and to be appreciated for it. What a gift! Thank you, my angel.

Creating and Sustaining Change: Tipping the Scales

No matter what you’re working on, when scales begin tipping in your favor that is the time to double-down on being deliberate about your decisions, to recommit to your vision, and above all, practice discernment. Double-check that everything you are doing is aligned and reduce or remove anything that isn’t. It’s inventory-taking time, in order to streamline and ride the wave of the forward progress.

Tipping scales is not a time to go “hog wild” and “all in” on something. Why? Because if you do, you risk breaking. If you suddenly add more weight to a tipping scale out of excitement for forward progress, it will move too fast and tip over. It will break. And then you must start over.

Great change occurs in small, consistent, deliberate steps over time.

Change quote on a desert scene

Recognizing the momentum of change and sustaining it takes patience and thought. It is calculated in its approach. To do anything else, even out of excitement, shifts the energy to one of desperation… and desperation always undermines any target.

Words. Words – words – words…

Why are the words we use so important?

Do you remember being a child and knowing that there were were words you were forbidden to use? Mostly, as a child they were swear words, but there were also a few other words in my childhood that were classified as ‘unacceptable.’

As I grew older, my awareness of language and the acceptability of certain words grew with me. Certainly, as the advent of “political correctness” gained ground even more words were added to the list of unacceptable language… though, admittedly, cussing was more tolerated when I became an adult. In fact, I’d suggest it was almost expected, like a right of passage. But I digress.

The question remains: Why are words so important?

Beyond the obvious, such as not using offensive terminology, I have come to understand through study and experience that words are of utmost importance, because they carry energy. Words, just like everything else in life, have energy.

You’ve probably heard that “intention” and “tone” are what matter behind people’s words, and that’s true. But the words themselves also matter. Because words are the tools that build our life. They are the vehicles of our experience, our reality. In other words:

Your thoughts become your reality on the backs of your words.

Words matter. They are the building blocks of every type of manifesting and creative force in the Universe. Thoughts are integral to the process as they are often the catalyst for change, but it’s words that bring it to life.