During the COVID pandemic in 2020, we moved into a new home. In the first 6 months at our new place, the garden was tended and nurtured to come back from a couple years of complete neglect.
This garden has revealed treasures like sparkly pebbles, crystals, agates, geodes, tiny clay sculptures, and odd bits of stained glass, all scattered throughout. It’s been fun finding all the little things and collecting them. Yesterday, while tilling a flower bed, I found a bell-shaped crystal that was drilled for hanging in a window.
Among the treasure there have been 2 little angels. Both have broken wings. One is a 2” glass figure of a seated angel. The second is a 3” tall amethyst angel in prayer. They sit together now, inside the crystal geode, tucked away and watching over the home and garden.
I find myself pondering these treasures, there in the dirt, as I take a deep breath. Were they tossed away and discarded by the former resident? Were they “Gifted” back to Gaia?
These sparkly things sit now, collected up on a ceramic platter, resting under a tree in the garden. I’m imagining up a game to play with the grandchildren where they can hide them again!
Back to Wounded Angels. I’ve found two in the new garden. With 3 already in my collection, that’s 5 angels.
All with broken wings.
“The wound is the place where light enters you.” Rumi
As long as the light enters!
So, without putting judgement on it, the process of each of us healing our own wounds is a gift that gives us the skill and wisdom to go deep without fear when helping others. To inspire and uplift someone else when they need it.
These thoughts are easy enough when you’re the one strong enough to help others… but what about those times when you need help yourself? It’s important to understand that life is a cycle, life is a circle, life always comes again.
Be willing to let someone help you up. Practice gratitude. It feels delicious.