Our Baha'i friend Kathy gave me this carved agate of an angel in prayer. I've placed it on my window sill, and I try to imagine sometimes what 'she' would say, all captivated there with her little hands clutched to her breast. Almost every time I look at her, I'm washing dishes or chopping vegetables, always in a hurry. She sits and waits.
Yesterday I took the cotton out of a medicine bottle, and put it on the window sill, to save it for later. It was tightly wadded, and somehow it just didn't look right, so I pulled the strands out, fluffing them. Then, I tucked the ends around her skirt. It created this heavenly effect, just perfect! It was like she had been waiting for this! Her little heart of stone is now drifting in the clouds.
