Little Angel

Little angel oh so small

sitting on my garden wall.

Bless my garden with love and grace,

abundant blessings on this place.

Little angel oh so still

sitting on my window sill.

Bless my room with love and grace

filled with light and your embrace.

Little angel I adore

sitting by my front door.

Bless my home with love and grace

showering all in this place.

Little angel at my head

sitting just beside my bed.

Bless my sleep with love and grace

always protected in this place.

Sticks and Stones

Can you remember the childhood rhyme; Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me?

Of course it was generally used as a reply to bullying etc whereby you could be harmed by physical force but not by insults.

But is this really true?

Are we not harmed by words?

Not by the words themselves they are just words, but what about the energy and force behind them?

What would 'I love you.' mean without the love behind it. Nothing!

We absorb and take on the energy of others' words. We must accept responsibility for this, we transform and take this negative energy inside us and add it to our darkness, allowing it to grow and get out of hand – but it returns at times when we least notice it – road rage, shouting at the ones we love etc.

Many use words as weapons but we must be aware of how we take these on, how they make us feel, how our day is affected by it and how they deprive us of the joy and happiness we were feeling just a moment before.

Be careful what you say – your words may wound.