Wings of an Angel Blog…
The Inner World of the Anxious Heart — A Call to Conscious Awakening
We weren’t born anxious. We became anxious. Our hearts learned early that love could vanish without warning. Every flutter of panic, every racing thought, every tight chest is our body trying to protect us from loss it remembers too well. We don’t chase because we are weak—we chase because we are wired to care. And one day, we can learn to love deeply without sacrificing ourselves.
The Blackening: When the Soul Begins to Awaken
When life feels like it’s stopped moving and everyone else seems to be progressing, it may not be failure — it may be transformation. Jung called it the blackening: the stage where the soul begins to remake you from the inside out.
Signs You’ve Received a Message from Your Angels
Signs Your Angels Are Trying to Communicate With You
Have you been noticing little nudges, coincidences, or unexpected bursts of inspiration lately? These may be subtle signs that your angels are reaching out to guide and support you. Common signs include:
Repeating numbers like 111, 222, or 444 appearing in daily life.
Songs stuck in your head that carry messages or resonate deeply—even tunes you haven’t heard in years.
Feeling a gentle presence or sudden warmth during quiet moments.
Synchronicities and coincidences that feel too meaningful to be random.
Unexpected insights or ideas popping into your mind out of nowhere.
Your angels communicate in ways that are unique to you, blending signs, feelings, and moments of clarity. Paying attention to these messages can help you navigate life with more guidance, peace, and purpose.
The Missing Step
Rumi once wrote: “Life is a balance of holding on and letting go”, but I feel there is a step missing.
When something brings unbalance into your life, it isn’t always easy to “let it go”. As you bring the anxiety up to a friend or a family member, chances are that they will tell you to “let it go”, but how do you let go of something that is irritating you like a tag on the back of your shirt, scratching into your very being?!
Something in the Wind…
Every window in my oasis looks out onto nothing, as the thick fog swaddles my home. Everything is still, except for the blowing wind out there in the void, which I cannot see. I liken this to sitting within the eye of a tornado, where everything is still and silent…

