Angels

Dear Sofia,
Today, we walked the dogs, you chased a blue butterfly and then a white one and then a cicada bug. 
We went looking for the owl but he wasn't there. 
It's overcast, so we came inside to take a shower and I asked you about your angel friend, Mrs. Rosa.
Today, you had a lot to say about Mrs. Rosa. "Right now," you said, "she's tubing in Tallahassee."  Apparently she's there visiting her mother and sister, although she is 70 years old.
You told me that you've known her forever--since you were inside my belly-- since Mrs. Rosa was 41 years old. I tried to argue the math, but the path of angels seems to know no time/space bounds.
You told me her name, it blew from your lips like a song, "Luna Ellie Rosa."
"Oh, that's beautiful!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you can tell her yourself." You said. "She writes me letters that only I can read because her handwriting is so tiny. In fact it's invisible, like cells. But if you write to her in your big handwriting then I'll send it to her."
And so I did. I told her that I loved her name. And that I was very thankful that she protects you and that she talks to you. 
She wrote back very quickly, telling you to tell me that she also likes my name and that I should get an angel talker.
Right away, you ran over to your room to get the "angel talker."  You handed it to me and explained that it was invisible, even though I kind of got that.  You said, "Not only is it invisible, but it's wireless."  And I said, "that's very useful."
So, we tried calling Ms. Rosa, but she didn't pick up.
"That's right, she's tubing, of course." You said. "Of course." I said back.

All this to tell you, that I hope you always talk to angels.
I did 100 hours of yoga in 10 days in an attempt to talk to angels.

We adults, it seems, tend to do this, an intense yoga retreat or a lot of church or temple.  Or we wait until really bad or really beautiful things happen to us, to get us to talk to angels. 

Instead of remembering that they're always there for us, if we would stop and listen.

I've read that at about the age of seven you may stop talking to Mrs. Rosa as freely as you do. And that as you get older you'll be less inclined to believe in other worlds. 

This makes me a little sad, especially since today you explained to me that there's another Tallahassee inside of Tallahassee especially for angels.  And why not? 

There's so much we don't know and can't see.

Sofs, I will continue to encourage your travels to these wondrous worlds and I hope you will continue to encourage mine.

There are so many magical, mystical wonders in the world.  Of, which YOU, my sweet girl, are one.

So I thank you and Mrs. Rosa for giving me an angel talker today.  And more importantly for reminding me to use it. Because here, is where it really counts.  Away from the yoga retreat, away from the bad and beautiful days. Just in the ordinary days, the days of making your lunches and watering the plants and doing the laundry and writing.  That's when you can really hear the angels and allow them to guide your life towards beauty.

So, my Sofs, I want you to always remember, that no matter where I am, in whichever world I find myself in, if you use your angel talker, you can always always find me.

And, even if I'm tubing, I'll always keep mine on.

lovelovelove

Mommy

p.s. I'm glad to hear there are some Angels in Tallahassee.

Comments

[Sarah]

Just read this one. It is so beautiful. Tubing in Tallahassee!? Genius. And perfect to note that we need yoga retreats to see the angels--however we believe in them--who are always around us already. Your daughter is so rad.

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