angels, answers and epsilon aquarii.

i have this little collection of angel figurines. they have lightly travelled with me from miami to LA and everywhere in between. i don’t know why i started collecting them in the first place, save for the fact that i’m attracted to things beyond me and feel a resonance for something i know is out there, but that i cannot see. these angels represent protection and a reminder that something is ever-present, always watching – intermediaries with us, even when we doubt their existence. lately, i’ve been surveying my little collection, hoping this is true. i need a protector. when i was a child growing up, the arms of the deep south protected me – the sky so expansive at night that only stars could live there and only those really really really looking could see how those stars shown and what was written in them.

since i’ve been spending much (most) of my time alone these days, i’ve been on a mission; rummaging through my garage, searching for books of meaning, looking for photos of people and days that have drifted by, trying to find answers where really, there are none. soul searching is good for human beings i do believe, but getting lost in the vastness of one’s mind is the danger, the downfall, the thorn in the crown of that serenity. and so lately, i’ve been driving out to places where those wide open spaces i love so much exist and looking to the night sky, asking the angels for a little help. we all need some from time to time, you know? the moon, the stars and the milky way have proven very worthy accomplices for me in this endeavour: questions being answered, answers giving way to apathy. 

dig it, brothers and sisters. i do.

@littlebrownbutterfly