Blog tour: a city you’d like to visit (and an angel-moment) April 9, 2008
Posted by philangelus in angels, family, weblog tour.trackback
I’m back on the weblog tour, and this week’s question is as follows:
Topic/Blog Idea for the week of April 5: Choose a city in a country other than your own, and tell us why you’d like to visit it.
Back in November, 2005, I asked my guardian angel, “What’s your favorite place on Earth?”
I would have bet the house on a mountain top, or the depths of the ocean, or the mysterious depths of a forest filled with little animals and beautiful insects. I really didn’t know what to expect, but I figured if he did have a favorite spot on Earth, it would be someplace incredible.
That night, I dreamed I was walking through an alley. The street was very narrow and cobble-stoned, and the houses were tall and close together. I walked to the end of the street, which terminated abruptly in a pier and a waterfront. The water went on forever with nothing on the horizon line, and the sky was brilliant blue. The houses at the end of the street were stone, one white stone and one brown stone.
I turned to leave the alley, and as I did, a young woman stopped me, handed me a camera, and asked me to take a picture, so I took a picture down the alley and looking out at the endless water.
From there I went out to a “main street” and got into a car, and the driver took us out over a low bridge that just barely skimmed the surface of the water.
In the morning, I realized, I’d “seen” the angel’s favorite place in my dream, but I had no idea where it was. There hadn’t been any street signs or any other overt hints that would cue me in. No language, no real sense of where it was… except that toward the end of the dream, there had been a lot of random visual images with a hard C sound.
I was confused, to say the least. “What happened there?” I asked him, and for a moment I felt as if I heard in my heart, “You did,” but the thing is, I know I never “happened” anywhere like that. I’ve lived a pretty boring life, and none of the images from the dream resonated with me. I couldn’t remember anything like that, so I assumed I hadn’t heard that (well, it’s never clear when you do hear something) and poked around online.
I thought maybe the hard C sounds meant “Calcutta,” and although it looked kind of right, it didn’t really feel that way. The area definitely had an “old” feel to it, a sense of centuries that are missing from American life. And to be honest, an angel has all human history to draw from. It was entirely possible the place didn’t exist any longer. I filed it away as “I’ll never know” and left it at that.
Months later, I was talking to my mother, and she mentioned her honeymoon, and when she did, she said they’d visited a place in Spain called “Cadaques.”
In my head, I felt “!!!”
I said, “Wait — What?”
I had the laptop open almost before the end of the conversation, and here’s what I found:
The main street.
The shoreline (and my mom says that balcony may actually have been a room they stayed in)
Narrow street
Another narrow street, terminating in the sea
You can see the low bridge in the background here
How the city terminates right at the water’s edge
But especially check out this one: narrow street, terminates in the water’s edge… It’s practically perfect.
I could only stare at the images I was finding. And the thing is, I’m a “honeymoon baby.” I really did happen there.
And at first I felt bad, like I’d “wasted” his favorite place on Earth, but then I realized how sweet that really is, because with everything and everywhere and everywhen to choose from, he had picked someplace he associated with me.
Therefore, if I got the chance to go to any city on Earth, I’d like to go to Cadaques in Spain, to “happen” there one more time and see this place that an angel thought was worth sharing with me once in a dream.
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Other participants in the blog tour are: AllyKat’s Alcove, The Absent Minded Housewife, And then there were three, Chrisnada’s Journal, the Drunken Housewife, Fat Angie, Housewife 2000, How can I live life in the fast lane if all I’ve got is a bicycle?, la_eme, life in the land of maeve, Ramblings, Ramblings of a Grad Student, Space Age Housewife, Such is Life, Tales of an Ordinary Life, VeryContrary, What’s my life? Wry Exchange
What a wonderful story. Just lovely.
that is so sweet and so amazing. thank you for sharing. i can’t wait to tell my daughter tonight.
Very cool!
wOw. Amazing!
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What a beautiful story! I just stopped over from your link on Conversion Diary, and I’m so glad I did; I will be thinking about this for years, I’m sure. SO beautiful.
Thank you, Sarah! And welcome. There are many other angel stories on this blog (just check the category and they’ll pop up.)
Came over via a link from Conversion Diary. This is an incredible story and one that also confirmed for me the proof that our very souls and life do begin at conception.
Funny, I was just wondering that again today; does the soul come in at the very start or does it wait for the heart to beat?
You just answered my question. Thanks to you and your angel.
Thank you for visiting and commenting!
I had a strong feeling I was pregnant at 10 days post ovulation with my first and with my second. With Kiddo#4, I woke up in the morning at 10 days post ovulation and felt my guardian very excited. I said, “Really?” because for some reason I hadn’t thought we would conceive that cycle. That night I tested, and it was positive. So I think the guardian arrives at about 10 days post-ovulation, which is a good indicator that the soul is there by then as well.
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