Can you hear them? Your guardian angels?

When was the last time you heard your angels? Now?

Resurrection

It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time off souls. - Katharine Lee Bates

Contrasts

An enormous cottonwood dwarfed by spring growth on trees – photo: Sandi Martinez (Northern NM)

The cottonwood tree in the background you see in the above pic, is enormous. I live on about 4 acres in northern New Mexico. This tree is imposing, old, grouchy, overwhelming, as it shadows and controls the acequia around it. This tree is very old. Unfortunately, I have no clue what its true age is.

The high winds recently, have broken and stopped the fall of old, and dying branches by the other strong and healthy branches around it, cushioning the fall. All trees need trimming at some point. Overgrowth is a reality in everything. The delicate ecosystem of all we walk on, breathe, and use for whatever reason on an ecosystem level, doesn’t stop there.

In my situation, this cottonwood tree is my counterpart. I have known, climbed, and hugged this tree, for 45 years, since I was a kid, and was nimble enough. Now, all dead branches have haphazardly broken, all around this and in, this enormous tree. Some small. Some very big and would certainly cause damage to anything underneath it; most certainly a car for example, being parked underneath it.

A mirror. This tree is a mirror to me. What are the parts in me that are overgrown? Why can’t the dead branches make their way to the ground where they belong? Why are they stuck on other healthy branches? Can’t the high winds make the kick they can, to knock these dead branches to the ground, without breaking a sweat?

While cushioning the effect whether bad or negative, can be a positive, it doesn’t serve the continuum of the exosystemic benefits of this tree to everything around it. Why can’t we let go? If I could, I would take a saw to these dead branches and release them to other new and exciting possibilities.

But that’s just me.

But that’s just me.

Many blessings’ folks, Sandi

Thank you Archangel Gabriel

Thank you Archangel Gabriel πŸ™πŸΌ

Big Pray – chapter 20: God’s art

Big Pray - chapter 20: Art in the sky is God's alone

PTSD’S got my back

Mental illness, doesn’t prevent people from experiencing miracles. In fact, in my case, I can observe the trigger and how it ends as miraculous. PTSD really does have my back, but it takes my sanity too. Yet it leaves me with a view to my present and a go into my future. Who would have thought?

Thanks for the listen! Many blessings, Sandi πŸ™πŸΌ

Big Pray – chapter 17: you’re my angel now

Happy birthday πŸŽ‰ Reve: I miss you and think about you everyday - you're an angel now, watching over meπŸ•ŠοΈ Big pray: chapter 17

Big Pray – chapter 16: Peace – the stage for inner balance

Big Pray - Chapter 16: Peace exists to remind us; battles prepare us for the war within

Big Pray – Chapter 15: You are never alone, ever.

Big Pray - Chapter 15 Your angel is near