When I moved into my new home a year ago, I was set on wanting to have it be a home, from the beginning. I wanted it to feel inviting, and inspiring, and like it belonged to me. So, I gathered items and put them in my home that represented me, and felt familiar and comforting. An item that I had a few of, was angels.
I have collected various objects and types of items over my lifetime, but was never a collector of anything angel. Yet, I seemed to have a few of them in my possession. Statues, figurines, and drawings that had been gifted to me over the years. So, I decided that I would place an angel in each room of my new home. And, as the powers that be would have it, I had just enough of my angels to literally go into each room. Placed in a spot where they could be seen, yet not the focal point of the room, the angels have been a unique, and welcome addition to my home.
Not that I have ever thought of believing in angels either, mind you. I mean, I have always believed in them; angels just haven’t been a focal part of my spiritual practice, an entity that I think on a great deal. Yet, they had managed to find their way into my life, and my home.
The last few weeks, I have been going through my house, each day, choosing an item that I am no longer attached to, that I have just held onto for no apparent reason, and putting it into a box to give away. As I started that process, I realized that the angels, and their presence in my home, was an intentional act on my part to include in setting up my space. That presence felt significant when I thought about it, not just for the fact that they sit in my home, in each room, but symbolically, what that means. That in each part of my home, I have a spirit being watching out for me, guiding me, protecting me, loving me.
So, even when faith fails me, or I don’t believe enough to let go, my angels are always there to catch me.