Last night, after dinner, her memory came to visit me. I could sense that she was here with me. It was quiet and soft and I whispered, “Hi, Angie” I wasn’t thinking about her yet here she was. She didn’t stay for long…but it was just long enough. I got to “see” her again.

I have been working away in my studio and I smell my dad. I smell the leather of the coat he wore. And I know that he is visiting. I always stop what I’m doing so that I can fully absorb everything. Using all of my senses, I let him in. And I am warm and full of gratitude that I got to sense him near.

I have been driving along and suddenly I know that Joe is there, with me. How do I know? I just do. And it’s always a surprise. I don’t seek them out…they just come to say hello, I guess?

I wonder, when this happens, are they tapping me on the shoulder? Are they here to remind me of something? Is there something that I need to notice or learn? I guess I’ll never know the answer, but their visits always makes me smile.  

For as long as I can remember, I have felt that little nudge from somewhere, unknown, that has directed me to turn right or left…reminded me of something that I needed to do…and has scolded me when it’s been far too long since I’d called to tell someone that I was thinking of them and that I love them. It’s focused my attention on flowers that I would buy and give to someone to brighten their day. It’s that same nudge that finds me paying for some stranger’s coffee or gas for their travels when they’re struggling to find enough change to pay the clerk at the station.

I believe there are angels all around us.  I also believe that they visit us and guide our steps. Sometimes, as a whisper or a nudge…and at other times it’s like a fire that moves us urgently toward something that’s meant for us. As I have gotten older, I guess I just listen for the little voice that lives within all of us. Often it is silenced by how we fill our lives with so much chaos and noise. And sometimes it’s just so loud that we couldn’t hear it if we tried.

I seek to hear the wisdom of my guardian angels.  I ask the questions that challenge my heart. And I wait for the answers. No, it’s not a vocal response. It’s more of a nod, a prompt, to move toward my next steps. It’s been working pretty well for me…for quite a while now. The quieter I am, the more I “hear”.  I love being in my writing chair each morning. It’s quiet and feels like the world is open and inviting me in.  What an amazing life. I’m so thankful that I can share it with all of you.