Glorious Angels

I've been making lots of angel charms.  They are a bit difficult to see here as I have packaged them up into clear bags to protect them.  I hope they fly to good homes come November.

Angels

I don't believe in Angels.  Perhaps I should, but I can't pretend.  I do believe in the essence of spirit though be it good or bad.  I feel I have been tainted by a mystical 'unknown' this week.  I have so much self doubt and when knocked back the little voices in my head whisper 'you're not good enough' 'you're not worth it' and if I was in a more vulnerable state I would believe those voices.

Fortunately, I recognise that the voices are ingrained in me from childhood and I can choose to ignore them and carry on regardless.  So with my adult head on I venture forth with good spirits to guide me.

Edited: I know I said a couple of posts ago that I was going to be less despondent and solemn but I guess I have reverted to type.   Oh well,  c'est la vie!

Edited again!  Since typing this post earlier today, and feeling very low this evening, the word 'Angel' has been popping up all over the place.   Maybe they are there all the time and we just have to open our hearts and minds and let them in.