As I woke in the depth of the night, I realized there was an angel eating potato chips in my closet. You may think that is a bit crazy, and frankly so did I. But there was that munching sound, bag crackling, sharp tangy scent and my inner voice making me aware. Amused, I fell back asleep but as I woke in the morning, the memory was crystal clear. Was I dreaming?
I walked into my closet feeling the sensation of potato chip fragments sticking to the bottoms of my feet, a bit of a crunch, a bit sticky. I stood there wondering, what happens in my mind as I assume my feet will crush across smooth carpet and instead meet angel crumbs? What is the message from my subconscious mind?
Smooth carpet or crumbs, what do I expect as I move forward? I realized that lately I had been struggling to feel balanced and harmonious moving forward in my life. I could see my end goal with clarity, love and passion and my mind expected a level of control, a relatively smooth transition, full of plans, organization and progression. Yet like stepping on a sharp broken chip, sometimes I got stuck, so to speak, in my expectations. All at once I understood — by allowing transition to happen naturally, I would expand my experience and open to the possibility of miracles. One step at a time filled with change, filled with ambiguity yet filled with awe.
Perhaps there is something sweet and wondrous about picking potato chip crumbs from my soles; something miraculous about meeting an angel in my closet, offering me a chip, bringing the awareness that ease comes with acceptance, ease comes with joy, ease comes by putting one foot in front of the other, allowing my dream to unfold. With surprise and gratitude I welcome the blessings the Divine has to offer crumbs from my closet angel who understands that BBQ is my favorite.
