This morning I woke up with a start.  As my scrambled mind and churning thoughts calmed down, I thought about the need to reflect on the image/metaphor of the guardian angel.

I recall in Grade 10, Bernadette’s mother reading my tea leaves and telling me that I had a guardian angel that would stay with me for the rest of my life.  Rephrase- I have a guardian angel that stays with me for the rest of my life.

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Pay attention to those little whispers in your heart – they could be your own Angels speaking to you, and only those of us who will listen quietly with our hearts can hear them. ~ Sue K

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I took a few moments to look at my visionboard on my wall, while the cats lay beside me and purred.

I allowed the board to inspire my journal entry:

What does guardian angel mean to you?

What does yours look like?