My wife is originally from Argentina but has lived most of her life in the United States. Although of Irish extraction she had never been to this country before she met me and when she arrived here she was, like all visitors, taken by the beauty of the place. One of the things that Graciela finds most beautiful about Ireland is our cloud formations. We never think of this since we have grown up with them and find clouds a bit of an irritant. Not so with her. She loves clouds, especially in the summer evening when we get long straggly clouds over the whole horizon and the sun setting somewhere in the distance behind them, “the edge”.
“How can you not see the beauty of that?” she would say to me and when I do stop to look, I see that it is truly beautiful.
My poor wife also has another problem; my habit of calling everyone “Hey” really irritates her. “It’s Mrs Quinn to you,” she says with as much anger as she can muster. “Oh, I was speaking to my guardian angel, his name is Hey,” is my reply which I find she cannot disagree with since she does not know my guardian angel’s name.
Back to Wednesday: we were going to the Linen Hall in Upperlands to do a story when my wife lowered the window of the car as we drove along and took a photograph of the sky. She said nothing and on we went. Later, when we were at home she told me she had something to show me. I asked her what it was and she replied, “it’s a photograph of Hey, your guardian angel.”
I looked at the computer and there as a screensaver was a picture of the most beautiful cloud formation you have ever seen and in it, the form and shape of an angel, wings and all. “So this is my friend Hey,” I said and I have to admit I felt a little sense of comfort.
Nature is such a wonderful thing. The beauty of trees, the laughter of people and playfulness of puppies should make us stop and think. The million little coincidences of life, like that moment you need a friend and your friend calls, or that moment you think your world is about to end and someone arrives at your door to ask you to go somewhere for the evening. They happen every day and we are so busy we often miss them, the little messages from God that all is well in the world and all shall be well.
As for me I shall sit and look at my Guardian Angel and think I am being well looked after. But I have to let you into a little secret. My Guardian Angel, her name is not really Hey, it is Graciela, but shush, don’t tell the wife!
Published: Mid-Ulster Observer 28th June 2012