You look at me with one eyebrow raised. “And what, exactly, did these angels make you do?” you ask.
“They made me change my attitude and outlook,” I say.
“Christmas this year.”
“But I thought you were intent on forgetting Christmas. Isn’t that what you wrote recently?”
“Yes, but … That was before I noticed the angels.”
“Where?” you say, still looking at me dubiously.
“At the artisanal market. I guess they’ve always been there, but I’ve never seen them quite this way before.”
“Seen them as…?”
“Oh. So these angels are not imaginary.”
“No, not at all. They’re handmade, cut from tin and hammered decoratively. Some hold open hymn books, others hearts, others candlesticks. The smaller ones make perfect Christmas tree ornaments. So…”
“So I decided to get these little angels as gifts for my friends here who have been like angels to me. I asked the shopkeeper at the mercado where I bought them where they’re made, and he told me, ‘Aqui en San Miguel!’ (here in San Miguel de Allende). Later, I did some online research and learned this tin art work, called hojalata, is one of the least known and most beautiful expressions of Mexican folk art. Artisans in this region of Mexico have been working with tin, known as ‘the poor man’s silver’ — cutting it, punching it, and shaping it into many different forms — for generations. No one seems to know exactly how and when hojalata began.”
“Yes. And for me there’s a spiritual component as well.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“One of the Psalm verses that I live by is 91:11, which I’ve noted in indelible ink inside the skirts of the angels I’ve given as Christmas gifts.”
“And this Psalm says?”
“’For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways…’ Every morning I pray that God will send me an angel or two to help me through the day — prop me up and keep me on my path. And every day that prayer is answered – mostly in the form of my friends. So these small angel-gifts are really thank-you’s.”
“So now you think you’ve caught the spirit of Christmas this year? It’s come to you on the wings of these angels?”
“Well, since you put it that way, I guess so. Yes.”
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12 thoughts on “Angels Made Me Do It”
Aw, sweet! Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo, Bonniedear!
Thank you, Barbiedear! Igualmente! — xx
Lovely piece! The joy of living in San Miguel is having friends who have also made the leap to a new life. I’m in Sacramento California taking care of my son who is recovering from a double transplant. The angels were watching over him for sure.
Oh, Kate, so good to hear from you and to know that your son is on the mend! Thank you for your kind words. And, yes, that IS one of the joys of living in SMA. All best wishes to you and your family in 2020.
Because you ARE one! — xx
My angels (some made in SMA) hang from my tree and cluster on my mantle at Christmas time. They represent their counterparts who are with me all year long, giving me guidance when I ask for it, and even when I don’t!
I’m sure it is a magnificent tree, Dorie dear. Maybe you could keep it up all year long!
Sweet Bonnie. I am glad to know the story and I do love the phrase from Psalms. Happy Holidays Querida.
Gracias, querida Kim. I think I marked on some of the angels Psalm 94:11, which is incorrect. The verse is Psalm 91:11. May the angels forgive me! (ha-ha)
It was good seeing you the other night Bonnie. May the angels keep you, and all of us in these trying times.
Yes, it was wonderful to see you, too, Kay, looking as beautiful as ever. I think if we keep praying for angels every day, they’ll keep showing up. 🙂