Returning Angels

The strange and cyclical nature of life and hope. Woke with a feeling of unfamiliar and welcome optimism and enthusiasm for the year ahead; on an early shift, which helps. I love the morning and its rhythms in the city; the commuters and children travelling in the dark, the metropolis waking slowly. It was more beautiful in the snow and will soon become beautiful with the return of the spring mornings and attendant re-emergence of life in flora and fauna. Today it all seemed lovely in the damp grey murk, so I knew somehthing good was occurring in my mood.

Back again go my thoughts to the great quote I always remember from the Unbearable Lightness of Being; 'the birds of fortuity had begun to settle on her shoulders' and so is seems.

Likened it in my mind today to the return of the angels that I have become obsessed with in the last year; everyone I interacted with today seemed to have a kind word or a positive anecdote, from the customers I served to the lady in the financial meeting we slipped in my lunch hour. This is another reason for positivity to blossom; the first small hurdle had been leapt in the quest to start our business in the coming months. Another wee step, but a meaningful one hopefully and something to build on.

Read a great thing about reindeer this morning too: some scientists have found that the reindeer of the northern tundra snack on magic mushrooms in the dark winter days; by preference.. the quote I liked was that they had a 'desire to experience altered states of consciousness'. Go reindeer! Must be something about the northern races; whats the betting that the ones over the Russian border are on the vodka?

So; the angels are returning to settle on my shoulders today. Long may their fluffy white wings tickle my ears.