Oh well...

Yesterday was the first time since I started that I didn’t post a blog on a Thursday! It was one THOSE kinds of days, I’m guessing you know the type? Oh well…

Lately though, I’ve been having a fair few of THOSE kinds of days. But usually, I manage to get the better of them. Not so much yesterday… oh well.

Oh well!

When I was little, I was brought up with a clear spiritual idea of good and evil. Whether my parents signed up for it or not, being in a school run by nuns meant that heaven and hell were introduced pretty early. You did good things, you went to heaven, and you did bad things, you went to hell they said and we respectfully believed. Well seriously… who wouldn’t? That’s pretty impressive stuff, God and the Devil… ain’t anything we were messing with. No sir!

Then as we grew older, we started to ask questions… ‘It isn’t quite that simple is it?’, we asked suspiciously. And the grey area was introduced. Bad things sometimes happen to good people they said, but its just a test. If you’re on the side of good, the other side will try to get you, they said, and the harder the troubles you overcome, the bigger the rewards. That seemed reasonable. (Over the years, the idea of paying my dues is something I’ve grown quite used to.)

And then came the beautiful concept of the guardian angel. One of the original minions of the ‘power that is’. Right there watching out for you. Making sure that what is dished out is only what you can take. The older I got, the more goose bumps that gave me. I guess that in my head then, I’d made that angel out to be this good, protective, benign force that watched out for me. With a shining cherubic face, halo and everything….

And then I went o Rome. To Castel St’Angelo. **** me! What a place. For those that don’t know, it is originally a tomb of one of the emperors and now a museum of sorts. What it has though is the most brilliant sculpture of an angel with a sword out of its sheath. Looks like he’s about to go into battle. AND WIN. Mindblowing. Call it spirituality, call it art; it is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen! Legend has it that he is sheathing his sword but not in my head :D! There’s also a bridge with various sculptures of angels; again all intimidating. That place.... took away all bland and boring images of rosy-cheeked, smiley angels which I hadn’t realized lived in my head for like a quarter century.

Do I believe all this anymore? I don’t know. I’m confused. All I know is I’m getting tired of the shyte days and need something to remind me of the good and the beautiful (No this isn’t about my baby alone. And yes I am also aware that there are millions starving and in all manner of real trouble which makes me look like an ungrateful whinger).

All I’m saying I guess is: if I am to have a guardian angel out there fighting for me, I’ll take this one please :D!