MY ANGELS

     For Christians and others, this is the season of angels, but in the last few years I’ve been realizing that angels visit me, and all of us, almost every minute of the day. In the original Greek, the word “angel”, after all, simply meant “messenger”, and what better messengers are there than the thousands of thoughts that land in our lives each day?  As I’m typing these sentences, thoughts are saying what I should  type, as though countless friends are constantly passing by, sharing ideas they’ve brought from somewhere. Of course, someone might say that it’s just my brain that’s making the thoughts, but that answer is far too simplistic. It completely misses the vast mystery of thinking, the fathomless puzzle of why a particular thought occurs to us at a particular moment. I realize more and more that I don’t actually make my thoughts, but that they just sort of descend to me, second by second. I don’t say, “Now I will make this thought.” No, the thoughts – my angels – just suddenly land in my life, say their message, and then move off to make way for the thousands of other thoughts always descending, lucky for me, from who knows where.