I am always amazed at the miracles that show up in my life, if I allow myself to be open to receiving them. And I feel particularly blessed to know that I am always supported and encouraged by the angels that surround me. Hope this inspires you to look for your own angels guides and that you enjoy the painting and the story:
Here is my most recent angel that I have painted. I am thinking about making a book about my angels and their whisperings to my soul. I have the idea that it will be inspired by 111 angels. I have done 22 now, so it may take me a while. One hundred and eleven is a strong angel number. That is why I have my sights set on that number, but I know I will be guided to the best path.
Anyway, this particular painting is a bit more manly than most of the angels I do (lol). And I have to say that I like that about it. The story behind it is inspired by the death of my dad. He died tragically, 26 years ago, only a month before his 50th birthday,which happens to be tomorrow on the 16th of November. My handsome and charming dad struggled with alcohol (AKA alcoholic). And he took his last drink that tragic night, right before his death.
My dad was a talented musician, and he sang to anyone who expressed a desire to hear him sing, and it is my experience that everyone wanted to. When he sang the room lit up, and the world seemed like a happier place. I know it was like this for me anyway. Us kids were blessed to have a dad who would look us in the eye and serenade us. He often sang us lullabys at bedtime. My favorite was called Shoo-shoo-shoo-sha-la-la.
So when my dad died, by taking a short cut across a train trestle, and falling (due to a missing board) to the bridge below, I was left shocked that his music was really over for me and everyone who had loved him. Realizing that I would never again hear his beautiful voice, cut through my sad heart like a knife.
To add to it, I haven't had anything of his from his physical life that could help me to connect to his memory. He was simply gone, and that chapter of my life had slammed shut that cold winter day.
I saw no hope of being able to experience his presence ever again during my lifetime. And why would I really? I figured that I would have to wait until my Soul once again made Its way Home so I to be reunited with him, and his sweet music. Truthfully, I have always felt a lack of closure because this.
Anyway, two years ago, my son, who is also a musician, worked on my younger sister, who had some of dad's records. And she gave my son all those records, that he had made so long ago. It seems that no one had listened to them since his death, because, as we all know, turn-tables are not the common technology these days. So, my connection to my dad has literally been sitting there in an album, all those years, patiently waiting for me to find my way to him! It is nothing short of a miracle!
So, a friend, who is also a musician, has offered to make me digital recordings of all these records.
I am very happy, as I am sure you can imagine. It would be easy to offer my friend money for doing this, but instead, I decided to paint this (Picasso-ish?) portrait of my Earth Angel ( which surprisingly, I think it looks very much like him), as a gift, for connecting me to the voice of my Heavenly Angel...my dad!
Imagine what it will be like for me to hear his voice after all these years. I am going to be a mess. I look so forward to a long over due grieving session with him.
This is what my kids and siblings are getting for Christmas this year (It is a surprise, so hopefully the fact that none of them read my blog will help me to keep it...lol), and this art is going to be the CD cover for it. The CD will be called "Music Gives The Angels A Chance To Be Heard. Isn't this amazing?
Wishing you all Angel encounters and miracles...xo
Love and light,