One day last week Ana Joy, my almost five year old, asked, “Mom, do angels ever become people?” Based on my experience with having met some Angels in ny Intuitive work over the years, I replied: ”Most stay Angels, Ana, but some decide to put clothes on and become human beings.” She paused and then said, “I know someone who did that.”  “Really!” I responded, “Who?” She said “Me.”

Underneath our clothes, inside our skin, who we are is a mystery. I have the privelege of looking into the hearts of clients and what I see is often not apparent in my first conversations with them. Some people feel like saints to me as I get to know them, and then I look intuitively and find that they are quite lonely or depressed inside. Others seem to have little to offer or say, and when I look inside, I see a brilliant light or an extraordinary gift. What is in common in all the Readings I’ve done over the years is that whenever I describe what I see, the client most often grins or nods in a kind of private way that says “I know, but I don’t say.” Clients often respond with some amazement -sometimes about the information they receive that matches their own experience so closely. More often, however, I think it is the miracle that someone sees, acknowledges, and Knows them -  recongizes them to their very core - that touches them deeply.

How often have you felt Known? In a world where we have the luxury of waiting in long lines for $4 coffee at any time during the day, we still fail to find truly receive each other. What would it be like if we had the intention to receive everyone we encountered in a day? When I say “receive” I mean that we intend to open up to hear and see the gift that this unique individual is to us and perhaps to others. This is, I believe, in imitation of our Creator, Who I suspect is fascinated with us - with what we choose to do with the gifts we’ve been given and the relationships around us. This Creator can be experienced by some of us as very personal - One who cares as much about helping us find our misplaced keys or our lost purse, as how we are coping with dying loved ones. This Creator must receive us as fully as S/He accepts us. What would like be like if we cared just that much about each other…