Angels on a Pinhead


“Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretense.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

“You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.” ~ Richard Bach

“What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.” ~ Anaïs Nin

Somehow it never occurred to me to wonder: are the angels really necessary? In my own experience they are always there when needed, “needed” being the operative word. In the recent past a woman asked me why don’t I go to my angels and ask them to heal me of all my structural damage and emotional trauma. That’s a rather large request, from an earthly point of view. My own tendency is to get a bit Buddhist and work toward coming to terms with all of the hot mess involved, coming to peace with what it takes to live with what it takes. So, if they are always there when necessary, what do they do when they are not needed? Or are they even there? You betcha. Regardless, it’s complicated. Whatever, right? Like how many angels can stand on the head of a pin? The answer is easy: as many as want to.

“Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it’s pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage” ~ Bruce Cockburn

Just took a break to check out the sunrise . . . no, wait. Yes, the text in the preceding quotes is a different size from the rest. I copy/pasted from The Cockburn Project’s website. It’s their fault, but danged if I can’t figure out how to change it without opening up different software. It stays. It says what I need it to say. And neither will I choose nor refuse to petition the angels for all that healing that was suggested by my friend. It will hold until tomorrow. Call it Celestial Procrastination. I can hear my prime angel laughing at me right now. It’s not audible, but it is unmistakable, nonetheless. And she’s like, dude you think you get a choice as to how to qualify the situation; what part of need don’t you understand? Boy howdy I do indeed get the point. Not that this is all pertinent to my day, yet I will still, as always, be open to that “pssst”, tap on the shoulder, or, less appreciably so, a smack upside the head. I got one of them big powerful smacks once, and I ain’t never been the same. I’ve yet to come to terms with it. And I don’t ask for total healing from it simply because the angel set me on this path to begin with by offering me a choice. She oughta know. Luckily all I have to do today is laundry. Whew. Dodged that bullet. Thinking about this heady stuff . . . well, there’s not much I can do about that except to cultivate the better thoughts of the bunch. Better thoughts? This is no endorsement for positive thinking. Please don’t think that, it ain’t true. But my friend who suggested the healing may be right. What then? I don’t know. But to that friend I can only say about all this is that it is a joy to disagree with you because that disagreement in no way qualifies our relationship. Anyway, I gotta go do laundry. No one is going to do it for me, and it needs to be done. Is that an analogy? Yeh, maybe. But don’t count on it. Just get the job done. Luckily this is one job that I enjoy doing.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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