Sheltered Surrounded by Angels

As we spend our waking hours scurrying to and from work or any concern that keeps us busy busy busy, we encounter angels along the way.  Most of the time, they are not of the winged variety; just the same, you feel them, see them.  They live amongst people’s hearts and in the heart of everyday living.

I see angels in my nephews and nieces.  I sometimes have the funny feeling that they were born for the simplest reason that they are here on Earth to give us joy and a reason to live life, abiding by their selfless perspective.  Of course, my pamangkins are never perfect, but I love them to distraction just the same and dream of them sometimes when I miss hugging their sweat-riddled bodies and sniffing their fragrant affection.

I see angels in my brothers who, even without being showy with their affection, still love us to bits, showering us with discipline and the ever-constant ribbing and pang-ookray.  I no longer see them as menacing guardians ready to trample upon our little hearts to pieces just because we do not behave as we should; rather, I see them as firm allies who can readily forgive us for whatever heartache we have caused them in the course of our failings.

I see angels in my sisters.  Whenever I talk to each one separately, I take a good look at each of them and marvel at how we can be so different yet so alike in many ways.  We each have taken a fraction of each parent’s features and built yet our manner and styles are very diverse.  Now that we are older, the physical distance among us sometimes makes us drift apart, yet most of time makes us long for each others’ presence.  When our paths converge, we pick up where we left off, obviously missing each other yet uncomfortable to admit it even to ourselves.

I see angels in true friends —friends who never fail to ask you how you are doing even if they themselves have their own problems to solve.  I find this type of people very rare and I sometimes get to think they may be an extinct lot.  I find it very hard to trust friends these days —let alone welcome them into my personal sphere nowadays— considering the many instances when most of them have failed me.  But among a handful lovely souls, I can bare a fraction of my trusting heart and feel safe, loved.  In fact I can count their numbers on the fingers of just one hand.  They are the ones who have been with me through thick and thin, in sickness and in happiness, in my skininess and chubiness.

I see angels amongst my cats, who are constant reminders of what heaven and complete happiness must be like.  I cannot even begin to describe the joy they unconditionally give me, and the wonder of being accepted for who you are.  I will never tire of their affectionate gaze, infectious purring and independent demeanor.

I see angels everywhere now, especially when I look close enough into the goodness of even the most tiresome of people.  I consider myself luck and blessed because I get to meet them every second of my life and get the chance to share a tarnished Earth with those who are beautiful within.  What little seedling of hope that has nestled in my heart continues to be nurtured, as I press on and remain faithful to my present commitment to constantly be aware of their presence.