Meg Noble Peterson

Author of Madam, Have You Ever Really Been Happy? An Intimate Journey through Africa and Asia

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL

I have always wanted my prayers answered. Who hasn’t? And I have always wanted to hear a voice of authority, male or female, coming down from on high to direct my life at crucial junctures and in moments of excruciating indecision. But nobody seemed to be giving out instructions from “up there” when I most needed them.

“You have to be still–be quiet–to receive these messages,” admonished my daughters, both spiritual practitioners.

“Still? I AM still,” I insisted.

“No,” they said. “The engine is always running and the clatter of busyness never leaves you. Quiet is not your strong suit.”

But when it comes to taking chances and risking a walk into the unknown, I am assured by my daughters that the unseen spirit I so yearn for is right there keeping me from falling off a cliff, or a moving train, or into the side of an Indian taxicab. Yes, I have had some major close calls over the years and luck doesn’t seem to be the whole answer.

When I hung from my right knee on a strap in the third tier of a third class Indian train a year ago today, plummeting to the floor and being caught by my companion seconds before my head would have hit the floor, it seemed a miracle that I walked—hobbled–away. And when I found a vegetable stand to throw myself into, avoiding a direct hit by another out-of-control Indian driver, that was definitely a blessing, ‘though the owner of the stand might disagree. Obviously, I can’t rely entirely on this hovering helper, but the fact that I keep going back for more says that I have a strong belief in the “protection” of the universe. Still, I remind myself to guard against doing something completely stupid.

I have tried meditation and yoga (I am totally inflexible!) and quieting the inner beast, but action of a rather constant variety seems to be my modus operandi and is securely imbedded in my DNA. Perhaps, someday, the Angel may get through to me, or I may have to wait until she greets me on the “other side” with an “It’s been a great ride, hasn’t it?” Then I will know for sure that my daughters were right and I do have a Guardian Angel. And I will thank her with all my heart.

May your Guardian Angel love and protect you all through 2012….

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5 Comments

  1. love this….it will be so different then what you think it will be….I think it isn’t necessairy you have the contact with your guardian angel as you would like it to be…I think you felt ‘him’ already when you had this luck when you fell….
    Someone told me once I have a guardian who helps me at crucial points in my life and also helps me to stay focussed when I am working. Sometimes I can feel ‘him’.

  2. Keep the posts coming!

  3. I believe we have a guardian Angel. To have escaped so many horrendous “accidents” in my 83 years; London Blitz, Egypt Suez War, India twice (seconds from death) and numerous other occasions when only some Other Power intervened, convince me that “If God sees a little sparrow fall” that we all have such an Angel.
    May God protect you Meg , again, this coming Year
    Peter

  4. Laura Brown

    Meg,
    Was wondering if I might have permission to use one of the photographs on your blog. I’ve tried to find an e-mail contact for you but I’ve had no luck – would you mind contacting me at the email address provided?

    Thanks, Laura

  5. Meg darlink,
    Right on sista! We do have a guardian angel; we would not be here if otherwise! xo Beverly.

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