I watched a video about ways we can feel the presence of angels. The speaker describes their loving attention, through subtle, symbolic interactions, or the quiet voice inside our head. Angels value our freedom, which informs their influence. They seep into our feelings, without dictating our actions. 

 

A cardinal perched in the bush outside my window this week. For my siblings and I that is a sure sign of our parents. Mom was as patriotic as her peers in the fifties, a sentiment that was as popular then as sustainability is now. Hence it did not surprise me to feel connected to her when I voted this month. My father was the youngest son of Swedish immigrants, and when he was the age of my twins spent years on a navy ship in the Aleutians. 

 

One of the ways I feel Dad's presence is through music. If a specific song keeps running through my head, I listen to the words with more attention. It is often a message that gives me comfort, or trust. I like that he can still serenade me.

 

Some people find pennies. In obscure places. And they bring with them a cache of hope that outweighs a bit of copper. 

 

A friend told me about a time she was walking in the autumn leaves, and saw something shiny. Leaning down she discovered a silver star, and picked it up. Engraved on the ornament was the word "peace". The flood of feelings that came with it were indescribable, and she took it as a gift sent from a loved one who passed away.  

 

I cherish these reassurances, that we are watched. Protected. Loved.