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May we be blessed knowing 

from the moment of our birth

until the moment our life ends…

how we are surrounded by angels

We call them: 

our family..and friends.

Deborah has a fear of flying…it surfaces before we even step onto the plane…

The problem:

This summer we’ll be flying to Seattle, Washington…

and back home from Bangor, Maine.

A friend of hers said, “What a coincidence…I had a fear of flying too…

but now…when I’m getting on an airplane…this is what I do.”

“When they call for me to board the plane…before it’s doorstep I have crossed

I think of Karen and Nancy (two friends they both have lost!)

"I picture them as angels in heaven floating happy…cancer free.

and I like to think my two old friends are looking after me.”

“When the airplane takes off and heads high into the sky…

I like to think that Karen and Nance are hovering nearby.”

“Now…once I’m in an airplane…I don’t worry about a thing…

because I know nothing bad will happen…with an angel on each wing.”

So…Deborah’s going to try this technique this summer 

as we fly to Seattle…then back home from Bangor, Maine…

It brings her joy and comfort thinking Karen and Nancy will be joining her on the plane.

And isn’t that a great way to travel through life?

Doesn’t it help bring joy and happiness to everyone…and everything…

knowing wherever we choose to fly…we have an angel on each wing.

Today I’m thankful for Luciano De Crescenzo 

Who understood how we are all not only angels 

but how important it for us to know we are also sisters and brothers…

When he said:

We are each of us angels with only one wing

and we can only fly…by embracing one another.

The older I grow…the longer I’m on this spot 

I think our understanding about guardian angels needs to be re-thought.

We tend to think of our guardian angels as sprits who, without making a fuss,

are always somewhere nearby…protecting…looking after us.

What if…with the birth every child parents have happily awaited…

from inside the mother’s womb…an angel is created?

What if…looking at our children sleeping and calling them ‘little angels’ is not just hyperbole?

What if angels are exactly who our children were created on Earth to be?

Which would make us, as parents, guardians of our angels…

Which also means our work is never done…

our job:  to protect and watch over our little angels…each and every one.

And what if our guardianship is meant…not just for those to whom we’ve given birth?

What if our guardianship extends across the world…to all the little angels on the Earth.

As I say…the longer I’m alive…the clearer is my view…

We all begin life as little angels…only to become guardians of angels too. 

If that’s the case…if we’re all created to be guardians of angels…

Then…please…tell me how…

There can be angels starving in our streets and dying in wars…

Surely these are things no guardians of angels should allow.

If we’re ever going to find a solution to all this hunger…hate and war

We need all guardians of angels to remember

what we were all created for.