How many cloudscapes have calmed and steadied your life’s racing?
only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one
I have refused to live
locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs.
The world I live in and believe in is wider than that.
And anyway, what’s wrong with Maybe?
You wouldn’t believe what once or twice I have seen.
I’ll just tell you this: only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.
Mary Oliver, The World I Live In. Felicity: Poems | Penguin Publishing Group, 2015
How many poems have given your imagination a much-needed workout? The world of the ‘ordinary’ is actually extraordinary. And life is an invitation to see extraordinary ordinary everywhere. In front of you, around and behind. ‘You wouldn’t believe what once or twice I have seen.’ And in this afternoon alone I’m expecting to see more. Life is an open door …
How many shopping carts might be needed to transport the groceries of angels-in-ordinary?
How many life-and-love-stories are playing out behind every window and door, and on every floor of the architecture of existence, all around you now?
wind in my wheels 🌱 
How many times have I walked by a house or apartment building and pondered the many lives and stories that are happening behind the windows. And angels, they walk among us…of that I have no doubt. I know, ‘cause I have a few in my life.❤️
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Imagination, the ability to create story, and to reflect, and sometimes to act upon what we create, are perhaps, in some sense, ‘angels’ themselves? – all the while keeping company with other angels who – yes – do indeed walk among us, encouraging, inspiring, loving … 🤗💞🙏xxx
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I like this notion very much, Simon. 💕xx
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