I do not intentionally collect angels but all of a sudden
they are everywhere! I can trace back
the beginnings of this and many other of my own weirdness to my Mother. Every Christmas she would include a
wonderfully “tacky” angel as part of my gift.
I loved their irreverence so much that I kept them out all year and eventually
they were incorporated into the “heart” mobile she made for me that hangs over
my bed. It just seemed appropriate that
she, the angels and the hearts watch over me as I sleep. The other angels were
gifts or I bought them and one I made. As
a card-carrying agnostic, I never intended to collect angels. I do not ascribe to the religious existence
of winged singing people that fly around making profound announcements. However, I can wrap my heart around imaginary
little beings that watch over me and spread smiles and love. And the fact that they are all odd, unusual,
and quirky makes them even more wonderful.
"In the Arms of an Angel" Sarah McLachlan
YIKES! ... the angel post follows my swearing post...a little accidental ironic balance...
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