home again...home again:)

it is a glorious thing to take a vacation...it is also just as glorious to come home to your "space" and have all things familiar right at your fingertips... i never realized how much i missed the menu on our television and having things set-up exactly as i like them... i was pretty sure that the familiarity of my bed was significant, as well as having all my toiletries, clothes and paraphernalia available that i may access at the slightest whim...

i think that turtles and snails probably have it pretty good because their home is carried around on their backs:)... needless to say, throughout all the beauty of the oregon and california coast, some amazing, and easily maintained company...being with the one person that embodies my concept of "home"? i still like returning to this place...this space that we've created to hold every aspect of our lives... there truly is "no place like home":)

celluloid celestials:)

for as far back as my memory can serve, i recall loving any movie that had an "other-worldly" quality...in particular? angels...first there was clarence whose wings were heralded by the ringing of a bell ...then jump to cary grant, handsome, dashing and slightly tarnished as he answers the prayers of a bishop who insists he knows exactly what he's praying for...fast forward to several television series that star these angelic interferons that are allowed to meddle in our lives to some degree? but say "don't touch" when it comes to free will... michael landon, della reese, and frankly i don't know his real name, but "earl"... they each walk alongside us pointing out roadblocks, ruination and runaway trains, whispering thoughts into our minds and hearts that we attribute to intuition, conscience or jiminy cricket...

i would like to think of these celluloid celestials as being based on a concept rooted in reality... basically they can be an explanation for the unexplainable... according to the bible we never know when we are entertaining angels...between the Holy Spirit who is our internal connection to God, and God using people and circumstances creating a life compass, we should pretty much know where we're headed... but sometimes i think that God allows someone with "skin on" to enter our lives and be even more tangible proof of His existence...they may be like a clarence, cary grant or even the more updated denzel washington? or maybe your next door neighbor or the checker at the grocery store, they might even be the small child that plays peek-a-boo with you on an airplane when you're missing the little ones that you've already raised... angels or not? God knows us, loves us, talks to us, shares with us...He knows what we need, when we need it, and sometimes what we need... might just be an angel:)