I Met An Angel On Saturday Night

​This is a photo of Nava in fairy wings. Well really bird type wings. I am pretending they are angel wings. This was taken a number of years ago. She was dressing up for Halloween. Notice how happy she is about this.  
 
This writing is not about this. 
 
It is just that I was looking for an image to use in this writing and thought I had this great photograph of clouds that look like an angel but I could not find it and instead found this photo.  Nava, my angel.
 
I met another angel. On Saturday night. At the Ramada by Wyndham at the Denver International Airport.
 
I was a guest here because my flight from Denver to Santa Barbara was cancelled.  Twice.  Well once but twice.
 
I was flying Denver to Santa Barbara and we had to board a new plane because our first plane had, quote, “mechanical difficulties,” end quote.
 
And we had to go from Terminal B gate 71 to Terminal A gate 17 and then, once there, because there was a delay, the fog rolled in on little cat feet (thank you Carl Sandburg) and into Santa Barbara and, no flight.
 
I got booked on an early flight to Santa Barbara, now via, LA.  And was going to just sleep at the airport because on some things I am really cheap. On others (shoes) not so much.
 
And my lovely husband said “nope.” And booked me at the Ramada by Wyndham.
 
So I walk in and, this angel disguised as the front desk person, after I gave my name said, “I was just at this moment on your reservation making sure you had a great room.” And when I said it was a long night, so “thank you so much” and that my flight was cancelled she said, “then it was not meant to be.”
 
And everything shifted.
 
Because this, this flight having been cancelled and my having to stay at the Ramada by Wyndham at the Denver International Airport, was meant to be because I met up with this most amazing woman, recent rendition of my angel. 
 
I had been perseverating for a number of days about something that didn’t happen that I wanted. A spiral of questioning and then letting go and then trying to make sense and then feeling I was until I wasn’t again and heading back into the frustration of the not getting what I wanted and then wanting out of the suffering of the not getting what I wanted to see clarity for just a moment before the next spiral pulled me in.  You get the idea.
 
I was in this.
 
I was in this as I walked into the hotel and up to the counter to this late-night desk angel in disguise.
 
“Then it was not meant to be,”  she said.
 
I took it at face value in the first moment I heard this. “Ah, my flight, yes I guess so” and then it landed in that place where we know. 
 

“I needed to hear this,” I said. “You are my angel this evening,” I said
 
“Have a sweet rest,” she said. “Welcome to the Ramada by Wyndham.”