I look around my house and see the many angels with which I have surrounded myself.  Yet I am still seeking angels.

I walk to my car and respond to a neighbor’s greeting; angel.  I sit at dinner after an exhausting day and my companion hands me a gift which she has brought for me; angel.  I fret about getting my yard cleaned and then receive a note from my new yard guys outlining their plan to tackle the job over a month’s time; angels.  I catch a smile thrown over someone’s shoulder in the hallway of the courthouse; angel.

As I strove to stretch my weary body enough to sleep last night, a text message sent its bleat into my room.  I glanced at the screen.  My son inquires if I am well.  Angel.

I opened Social Media and saw a long essay from Penny Thieme detailing her feelings about my attitude, and how she will honor me after I die, should I go before her.  She wrote, “But this year I thought about my soul sister, who while a self proclaimed recovering catholic, religiously leaves flowers at the grave sites of her loved ones who have passed on…Who has overcome tremendous challenges in life and faces herself and the world. Who collects angels and is one to those in need and gives her voice to those who cannot speak. Who despite the fragility of her delicate body is one of the fiercest souls I know…”  Oh my; such honor she bestowed on me!  Angel.

It’s no wonder that living without complaining gets easier every day.  With my eyes wide open, I see angels everywhere.

It’s the ninth day of the thirtieth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.