Journal to a Muse

Remember the spiritual song?
" Looked over Jordan, and what did I see?
A band of angels coming for me."
I don't know what that MEANS!!!?! But I rather like the way I feel when I hear it. I'd LOVE to have a band of angels near by. Not to "get" me, but to be there FOR me. Imagine. A whole band of angels. Not just little puny cute putti (like on the Sistine Chapel) but big honking strong ones. 50 feet tall robed in power and love. They might look like thunder clouds even.

But what started me on this tack was thinking about looking in the mirror and wondering what do I see? I don't WANT to see Procrastinator or Fatty or Judge any more. I want to see me. Me with a capital M. That won't (unfortunately) mean I don't sometimes look LIKE Procrastinator or OverEater etc. But they aren't all of me. AND if I can imagine Procrastinator, and her friends as "not me" I can more easily confront, enjoy, deal with her. Procrastinator resembles Fear who resembles Feeling Small. I'll let you know when I find her image...so perhaps you can recognize her, too. But for now, you've got the general idea.