Poetry Thursday ~ Angels Weave Me

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Yesterday was a comedy of errors.

First, both of our cars broke down within minutes of one another. As my husband and I were following the tow truck with my car on top to the dealership to be dropped off, our Volkswagen bus we were driving decides to start smoking in the back. People were driving by us pointing to the back of our bus and we had no idea what we were doing wrong. When we finally figured it out, both our bus and the tow truck in front of us pulled over on the side of the freeway. We then had to wait for another tow truck once the other one left with my car.

A sweet woman in a Volkswagen saw us stranded as she passed, then looped around back onto the freeway to make sure we were alright. She then gave us the number of her Volkswagen auto mechanic that she adores. What is it about Volkswagen owners being so fabulous??? She was like our own little VW Angel. A dear friend of mine who owns a bug once talked about how he feels VW owners are a tribe of its own and they all look out for one another. Driving passed one another, they deliver the peace sign with a smirk and a nod and then honk that unmistakable cute horn (meep meep).

Hours later, when we finally returned home, I put some artichokes in the steamer. I got distracted and left them there leaving the pan to burn to a crisp and smoke filling up in the house.

After cleaning this up, we go down to get our mail and get a notice from the mailbox that it was too full and now we have to go to the post office to pick it up.

But we have no cars!!

We shouldn't be surprised at such things. I mean...minutes after my husband proposed to me in a hot air balloon, it went crashing down to the ground and dragged hundreds of feet across a corn field on its side with all of the 12 people in it hanging on for dear life. While we were squatted down, white knuckles gripping the basket's bars and trying to dodge sticks and weeds flying into our faces, he laughed and yelled in the chaos..."this is a goooood sign that we will live a thrilling life togetherrrrrrr!"

So true.

So, the whole car debacle yesterday left me feeling quite drained today. But then another angel came to my door. Not a VW Angel but a British Angel.

My gorgeous, sweet, yummy, tres hip friend in the UK reached out her hand across the miles and I am now holding it gently. THANK YOU, Susannah! Your CD's are playing and thoughts of you are dancing around in the loft. You've shaken me out of my weirdness from yesterday and now I feel such a peace over my evening.

This poem is dedicated to you:

I Am Woven

Sometimes I am woven
Into a safe soft still luminous cocoon
Made of moonbeams and loon feathers.

Other times I think I am the only weaver
Of sacred cloth for a hundred miles,
And I can't stop my shuttle.

But more and more now I remember
The sweet weaving around me
As I sit or lie dreaming.

Angels and old grandmothers weave me,
Wrap me, then hold me in a warm nest
When I close down my loom and rest.

~ Mary Feagan, 2001

Thank you for taking time to put together a perfect combination of love, support and warmth...wrapping me and holding me in your warm nest.

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