“Touched by an Angel”
(Nothing-to-do-with-skinning, sorry, please don’t shoot)…
Yes indeed, I was touched by a real, living, breathing angel yesterday. Oh not your typical run-of-the-mill ghostly angelic apparition mind you, but a real angel in human flesh…also known as a CHILD.
…but I shall take a few steps back to explain something…
In the last few years I have closed myself off from the world pretty much…oh I go out on occasion but I’ve also worried that I’ve become one of those odd, eccentric hermits that is obsessed with electronic things more than human interaction and perhaps I’m one of those oddballs that people whisper about behind their hands… “I hear she loves her cats and her computer…”
Shall I think deeply? Maybe I think too much…that’s my problem…I over-think everything it seems…even my faith in trusting my own heart and soul…therefore I have a hard time trusting anyone else…after all if you can’t trust yourself…who can you trust?
Meanwhile back to reality *slapping self*…
I’ve always been a ‘child-magnet’ it seems…animals love me too (don't take that as bragging...it's just one of those weird things about me
)… maybe it's because I am never afraid to come up to a strange horse, dog, cat etc. and I usually can calm them with my voice but with children…children do something different…they look (seemingly) right into my soul and they always smile at me…and I smile back and there is some sort of beautiful, spiritual (if you will) exchange there…children always stare at me and I don’t mean stare at my hair or clothes but right into my eyes…searing, deep, inquisitive…speaking without words…even newborns do this with me…
This reminds me…
I love elder people too…I’ll never forget the day that a very tiny old lady in a local grocery store walked up to me and put her tiny, shriveled hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes and said, “You have a very old soul.” I smiled and gave her a hug and went on shopping but it sent shivers down my spine…and it reverberated through me for the next few days… And years it seems because I will never forget that odd encounter…
Okay, where were you, Ela?
Ah…back to yesterday… So, I was walking through Costco…[if you’ve never been there, well it’s huge warehouse type store with everything ‘super-sized’ and it’s one ugly monolith of a place with fairly regular frenzied activity] and anyway, I was feeling hungry (I hadn’t eaten all day) and a bit moody-blue but after I got what I came for I saw up ahead this adorable approx. 3-year old looking girl in a double wide stroller next to her 9-month old looking brother…We locked eyes (as usually happens with me and children) but as we ‘locked’ her smile just grew and grew and mine grew wider to match hers and I felt a sudden warmth and happiness touch my heart and just as I was going to pass her by she reached her precious tiny hand up to touch mine and I held her tiny hand in my hand for that few moments and whispered, “Hello, baby girl.” And I heard her parents chuckling behind me as I left but those sparkling, innocent, wide lovely eyes imprinted upon my soul and that tiny hand touched me so profoundly yesterday that it still resonates…I can still feel that tiny warm hand in mine…so much beauty in an innocent touch… A pure and innocent spirit reached out to me and I feel blessed by that.
I am thankful to be alive to witness the touch of an angel…I only wish more people realized that their children are to be respected and loved, that they are pure of heart and that WE should earn THEIR respect and not the other way around… Soon enough the world will taint even the most pure of heart but to observe in our midst every day…a heart that is untainted, eyes that have seen no evil…THAT is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the privilege to witness.
I was touched by an angel yesterday…I hope you too will be touched by one some day soon…
This thread was just written from my heart and because I just had to share that special encounter with whoever wanted to read it.
(((Hugs)))
-Ela
P.S. In the words of the wise and wondrous Willy Wonka… “We are the magic-makers and we are the dreamers of dreams…” Or something akin to that!
P.S.S. On this special day I would also like to thank all of the men and women of the armed forces from all of the countries including my own beloved USA who have fought and died to keep my precious country free and safe. Thank you!
P.S.S.S. T!
Uh…no need for a response to this thread…it was just something I wanted to write because I felt I wanted to share. I hope that’s okay. Okay? Smiles
