Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Angels

 

You might see an angel anytime and anywhere.

Of course, you have to open your eyes to a kind of
second level, but it’s not really hard.

The whole business of what’s reality and what isn’t has never been solved and probably never will be.

So I don’t care to be too definite about anything.
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps and almost nothing you can call Certainty.

For myself, but not for other people.

That’s a place you just can’t get into, not entirely anyway, other people’s heads.

I’ll just leave you with this.
I don’t care how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.

It’s enough to know that for some people they exist, and that they dance.

--Mary Oliver

[Our sweet and sassy angel, Ella Lynn].



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