Twisting Through the Waves

Well – this is the story of how my family came together – or rather, I suppose, our family. I certainly have no greater claim to it than the others, though, then again, as I bring the introduction, it's likely, not entirely inappropriate to phrase it so. Or such – it seems unlikely a sentence should conclude in either form.

Regardless, it’s quite humorous, really, thinking back on all of this – at least from my perspective. I'm not sure everyone feels entirely the same, and it is true: I have often been accused of having a poorly, or badly developed sense of humor! Without question, I do find great humor in most things, as well as, evidently, carry an inclination for divergiing from the core of my intent.

Briefly, then, I once had a very good friend, and, well – this is not exactly what I wanted to discuss. Suffice, that, some way or another, over the years, we drifted in different directions -- largely my fault, no doubt – lost in distractions, pulled by the expectations of others, wandering around another continent… These things happen as one careens toward adulthood. As the years passed, and I reflected back on the circumstances that led us in different directions, the expereience helped give me a far better understanding of myself and what I valued.

Anyhow – I was saying – that was pointless, and ridiculous.  I did, finally, manage to put things in proper perspective, but not without help – and that, is what I was attempting to relate.

I have always believed in some underlying magic in this world, fates that guide us through trials – towards joy – down the path we are destined to travel. There has always felt, a force about, something that was watching, gently guiding, but it is not something that you notice without careful attention. It is faultlessly subtle.

When I was a child, I remember seeing an angel sitting atop the pipes of the organ, at our church. I turned to my mother, to grab her attention, but when I turned back – it was gone. I knew I saw that angel, but as I grew older, I began to dismiss the memory, as a dream or, some fanciful thought.

Now, I think it really did happen. I really do think that angels watch over – they care for those in need, for those who are lost. I believe – no – I know that angels are real. It is just a sense I have, that something is there. Just my thoughts – I hope you enjoy our story.





Warmest regards,