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I love the little town in which I’ve lived for over four years now. One of the things I love most about it is its support of the arts. We have a remarkable collection of public art lining our main street, as well as an “Alley Art” program, in which artists paint amazing murals on residents’ alley-facing garage doors. As I am planning on moving in with MKL (because we think a husband and wife should live together) in his town some 40 miles away, I wanted to document our small-town art so I could share it here, with a larger audience. Two weekends ago, on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, I took a long walk and began to capture some images. I’ll let you see them as we move along in time together.

This beautiful piece is called Waiting for the Bus by artist Lucas Loeffler Child. The artist’s mother became ill with pancreatic cancer and quickly passed away just as Child was finishing the piece. He gathered a collection of little things – pennies from the year she was born and the year she died, little treasures that the two of them shared, memories – and put them in a shining circular tin, placing it inside the chest of the angel just where the heart would be. He also positioned her in the center of her bench, so that people could sit on either side of her, with one of her hands curled gently beside her, so someone could hold it for comfort. While much of our town’s art changes from year to year, our angel is permanent, sitting waiting for the bus in the shade, halo in her lap, at the end of a very long day.

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Lafayette, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.” — Victor Hugo

Daily gratitudes:
MKL
October thunderstorms
Comfort food after a day of pain
A solution to the mystery of The Cold War Horse
Mr. Man

Dear Unknown Lady,

I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re an angel.

At the height of rush hour heading towards Denver, just past the Church Ranch exit, there was a beautiful dog in the road.  I don’t know if he was your dog, but I know he was someone’s dog.  He was silvery and fluffy and looked like he had some husky and maybe some shepherd in him.  And he was trapped against the center median, with cars speeding by at 65 mph, no doubt missing him by only a hair or a miracle.

Other cars had stopped.  But you did it.  You pulled your truck over on the shoulder, and got out.  You called to him with happiness and enthusiasm, in just such a way that he wouldn’t panic any more than he already no doubt was.  The cars at the critical point decided that this dog’s life was more important than getting someplace two minutes sooner, and stopped, allowing him to gallop across the road to you. He looked absolutely joyful.  And you clapped and encouraged and praised him and he leapt easily into your truck.

And he lived.  Uninjured.

Maybe he had been in your truck and had jumped out somehow.  Maybe he was left behind by someone.  Maybe he was someone’s darling who got loose, like our Champ did once – he miraculously made it to the other side of the highway that time too, and another angel lady helped him.  (Those husky mixes can really be escape artists.)

Champ as a puppy.

But that doesn’t matter.  What does matter is that you took the time to save a beautiful dog.  One beautiful soul rescuing another.

It made my day.  I thank you.  And your fuzzy buddy thanks you.

Photo title:  Angel on the Doorstep

Highland Park, Illinois.

Quote of the day: “Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”  —  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Daily gratitudes
Finding the perfect thing at the perfect price at auction
Giving with no expectations
Country roads
San Pellegrino
Those who served.

I have always believed in guardian angels.  What a wonderful thing to have, and what a wonderful thing to be.  Mine is my grandfather, who died before I was conceived, but who would have completely doted on me, never having had a daughter of his own.  I have called on him at some of the murkiest and lowest moments of my life and felt the comfort and solace of his presence.  He stayed with me for my first bout under general anesthesia, and I awoke in tears because I did not want to leave him.  He put his arm around me in my truck one day, as I listened to an NPR story about a photographer of the old railroad steam engines.  And he sat with me in Union Station one morning when I threw myself back in time.

Angels, although they may not be called such, are present in every belief system, which to me is evidence of their existence.   Or perhaps it is evidence of our innate need to believe in something truly good, and our yearning for someone to look after us.  But if it is true that we create our own realities, then it is true that angels exist.  We have created them.  We all have angelic qualities within us and it could be just the right meshing of energies that creates angels.

The word itself, “angel”, comes from the greek word for “messenger”.  Angels often appear, in whatever form, in times of crisis.  They can offer wisdom, guidance, protection, healing, but all of those are messages of love.  And what’s important to remember is that those messages, that seem to come from some other being, live inside you.  It is the connection with that universal angel energy that makes you aware of those messages.  Those message are knowledge, and that  knowledge is already in you – it just needed a little more energy to turn on the light so you could see it.

I think we all have at least one angel that watches over us, strokes our heads in sleep, blows away bad dreams, and helps us realize that our darkest hours can and will pass back into a place of light and laughter and peace.  There are other angels that come and go from our lives depending on circumstances and on the wisdom we need to handle a particular situation.   But they are all out there – or in there.  That in itself is a peaceful blessing.

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(Image credited to the wonderful creativity of the artist here: http://teresasilverthorn.wordpress.com)

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