I saw an ad for an open house at a local business and felt an inexplicable urge to go. Since this year I made the commitment to not argue with my intuition, I went. On the way, I was talking to my husband about my paternal grandmother who died in 2004. After we got there, I poked around and found a pair of kissing angels in one of the boxes marked “Attic Sale”. Immediately, I got that huge welling up of emotion (complete with inappropriate public tears) that I know is my intuition telling me that something big is happening and I need to pay attention.
When I was a little girl, my grandmother took me to a Christmas bazaar where I saw and fell in love with a pair of kissing angels. Nana bought them for me and I was beside myself with joy. I loved them. Shortly after that, I had to go to the restroom and when I closed the door of the stall, I dropped my bag and the angels were smashed.
Nana tried to comfort me but, needless to say, I was inconsolable.
Fast forward to 2015, and my Attic Sale angels.
I know this was Nana saying Hello.
In case I had any doubt, the next day I was in a thrift shop and a bell caught my eye. When I looked at it more closely, I saw that it said “Avon Calling” on the handle of the bell.
Nana was an Avon Lady in the (I believe) 1940’s…and I was an Avon Lady in the 1990’s.
Pay attention to the signs; it could be your Angels calling.