I had breakfast with an angel recently. I took time out of the hustle and bustle of the big indoor farmers market on the Halifax waterfront recently to eat my almond crossiant from Juliens bakery. A weekly ritual when I am in town.
The angel I met could have easily be sitting at the gates of heaven welcoming newcomers. She was a delightful teenaged young woman with a soft face and shoulder length brown hair offering her gift of music. Her harp was propped up on a milk crate, a small dish for coins of thanks and a music stand discretely set just off the path. She played the music of the spheres that lifted the spirit past its humble bounds of earth.
It was an odd scene amidst the cacophony of people making deals and bustling about struggling to handle brimming shopping bags, kids or both. Yet the melody of the harp was a welcome interlude, as if it completed the chaos somehow, rounded it off.
Perhaps this serves as a welcome reminder that there is always order in the chaos, if we take the time to step back and look for it. So take a pause to reflect on the moments in our lives when all is calm and bright. For it is only in the chaos that we appreciate the harmony of existence.