Journey with me: Meeting My Guardian Angel

As I walk the dirt path, I notice how quiet it is here. There is nobody around except for me. The path is dry, the sky is blue with only a few wispy clouds in sight. My eyes are drawn to a small gray rock, and on it I notice a cricket. The cricket shows no sign of alarm by my presence, it is almost as if my arrival is expected.

I smile as the cricket hops up and then down, landing on the dry dirt next to the rock. In following the hop of this cricket, my eyes are drawn to the landscape surrounding me. I notice the landfill-like area in the distance and meander toward it. I am enthralled, I do not yet understand what I am doing here, but I do not sense any danger.

The cricket leads the way and it is not long before I find myself standing here, gazing at a pile of items that all feel vaguely familiar to me. I see a half-finished dollhouse, a pumpkin that says Cubby on it, and a pile of hand written notes with what seem like the start of ideas which never came to fruition. I soon realize these things feel familiar because they are mine. These are ideas I thought I had let go of. Is this how I treat my ideas? Some of them have morphed together and I hardly recognize them as my own. I am starting to understand this place as some sort of Resignation Land, a place I sent my bad ideas. At the time I did not realize, but now I know I am capable of good ideas.

I gaze into the distance, admiring the trees. Look at the blossoms! and there is a sturdy tire swing. Now that is a peaceful scene! a steady breeze, a beautiful sunset, and a deep purple treehouse structure is across the field. I want to explore in that treehouse! It’s kind of empty up here but I really like it. What is in this bowl? A collection of folded paper with messages:

have what you would like to have.

Joy is creating what you would like to see.

Overthinking is a qualm, seek the calm.

Outrageous living is for you.

Stains aren’t always pretty but sometimes they are.

Stop doubting love is out there for you.

I fold these messages up, put them back in the bowl, and leave them on the table. I want to carry on and let the treehouse be.

I tell the Universe I want to go where the butterflies are, and here I am in this beautiful forest with these stunning trees and flowers. Everything is so lush and there is a beautiful spot for sitting under the oak. When I lay down the butterflies are all around me, it’s like a tornado and I am in the eye of it! I am in awe of all the flashes of color! I am hearing a crackling and I want to know what it is. I feel an energy pulling me. I see a blueish light and want to know more. I don’t even hesitate because I am not scared.

I feel so much relief because I am realizing this is the moment I meet my guardian angel. I have known her energy my entire life and I have called her Isabelle. She is smiling at me, and I at her, and I am feeling thanks and wonder. She is stunning and she is extending her hands to me. I am feeling weak and relaxed but not scared. She is glorious. With her I learn to trust and have no fear. We are passing by beautiful flowers and trees, and even the clouds are whimsical and fun! I feel so happy! I love how Isabelle has a confidence to her, and I would like to lean into it. I would like to be that kind of confident no matter what! We are walking side by side, meandering. And then there it is, a beautiful waterfall, frozen fog all around it, lush trees to sit under, and beautiful tulips all over. Orange and yellow as far as I can see!