While winter keeps us in her frosty embrace, remember . . . spring starts on March 20th next year, and next year is only a few days away.
Makes everything feel a bit warmer doesn’t it?
Here is something else to warm you. My mother gave me three garden angels on Christmas Eve. See the first one? She’s holding a flower in her left hand and tools in her right. She’s my kind of girl. The other one holds a bird about to take flight. The third angel?
She appears to be dancing with a garland of flowers suspended above her curly hair.
I am more like the angel with the work basket; very Martha-esque. However, I think this one, like Mary of Bethany, has chosen the better part.
I placed them in the containers on either side of the front door for the time being. I can’t think about where they will eventually dance until the garden is good and growing.
Today, angels danced in my head all day while I folded laundry, put away gift boxes and watered my indoor bulbs. I’m not sure why I’ve been thinking of angels. Perhaps it’s because we celebrate the Christmas season until after the Feast of the Epiphany. We sing a lot of Christmas carols. In fact, tonight at Mass, we sang “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” “Angels We Have Heard on High” and “O Come All Ye Faithful.” Each song features angelic visitors.
But, that can’t be the only reason why angels are swaying in my imagination, for I also kept thinking of that quote by Abraham Lincoln, which was part of his First Inaugural Address:
“I”m loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” (Emphasis added).
The “better angels of our nature.” It has a lovely ring doesn’t it?
What did you do during this season of joy when touched by your better angels?