8 Years- Oh, MY!

I guess the angels knew that I had to come here today. They are so wonderful to bring me back to this page today and to wish this little blog a very happy anniversary.

Eight a wonderful number.

Thank you,  all the readers, friends, and fans!


Right Here

You have surely forgotten me by now. I have been away for so long and yet I didn’t “go” anywhere. I have been right here, although, not where either of us left me. Fore, I have not been idle- collecting dust and growing cobwebs, albeit I am sure those are worthy hobbies for some, they are not for me. I have spent some time in the attempt to clean dust and gently gather cobwebs (they are such fragile things after all.)

I could say I have been busy, as some would assume- attending to other, more important matters. However, that statement would leave bitterness between us because the unspoken words would imply that I do not find you important when indeed I do. I do not need to know you on a close personal basis to give you weight and heft, to measure you as a being of infinite importance and merit. On the contrary, I know that you are a precious gift. Furthermore, that what God gifted you with is important, yeah, imperative to the universe.

I often wonder about this space- is it visited at all and how often and by whom. I do not flatter myself to think that I am missed, creating some hole in your existence. Yet, is there some who visit this space and find some solace, even in or because of my absence. These are just my musings, no need to answer my curious ramblings.

However, here (right here), I know that whereas my words have been non/un written for some time (let’s not quibble about the exact amount), my thoughts and sendings to you have been abundant.

I would ask that you think of my silent times as a type of hibernation- a slowing of the writing- dormancy. Yet, not complete inactivity- there are plenty of stories being told in various and sundry ways, some even in form and shape.

Today the bitterly cold winter has abated- the sun is shining bright and the air has warmed- thawing my cold, slow ways a bit and prompting me to reach out in written form and say Hi!

I did want to share two female entities that have been showing up lately:

The Archangel Muriel and Mother Mary

The Archangel Muriel comes with a floral or flowery smell. She is associated with the fragrance Myrrh, one of the three gifts of the Magi. Myrrh is known to enhance spirituality. Muriel will come to bring you mirth/joy to your heart and soul. She will restore your emotions to a good/perfect balance. She comes to tell you to trust your heart wisdom. She comes encouraging you to be of service to others.

Muriel is also the angel of gardening/nature and of pets and animals.

Mother Mary comes to bring us a sense of spiritual family. She is our comforting mother who comes to bring a balm of healing for all of our brokenness.

Both of these women come to show us concupiscence- doing/being for the good of all.

I send to you greetings, love, and these two spiritual entities to assist you at this time,


Citizens of the World

I live in the United States of America. I have lived here all of my life. I was born and raised in Maryland and have lived most of my life in here in Maryland. I am a little too young to have been a hippy and a little too old to have been a yuppie.

My husband was born in Germany; his father was born in Greece. My husband came to the United States at the age of ten. His father moved to Greece as an adult and stayed. My husband graduated high school, became a citizen, and joined the United States Air Force. His father remained a Greek citizen all his life.

Some countries will allow you to have dual citizenship; the United States is not one of them. My husband felt strongly that he wanted to be a citizen of his adopted country. In order to do so, he had to learn its history and its laws and he gave up his German and Greek citizenship.

In the time that he has been here, he has honorably served this country, voted in its elections, worked for the government, and volunteered with the American Legion serving veterans of all eras.

Most people who immigrate to this country come here and become outstanding members of our society, even if they never give up citizenship in their country of birth. His mother is still a German citizen. She retired from working for a government agency. However, because of our fears after 911, someone like her would not be able to have a job like that anymore.

What do we fear…?

While you contemplate that, my real reason for writing today is that recently I have witnessed a disturbing trend among our children. I have witnessed children under the age of twelve, who would have been babies when our last president, Barrack Obama, took office eight years ago, speaking and acting in ways that speak volumes for what they are learning at home.

From the beginning of time, cultures have had leaders, rulers, kings, and presidents. Some have been tyrants and others kind. However, most were respected as the heads of state that the title or office afforded them. Yes, there were always those who opposed a president or ruler and at times a bad one needed to be overthrown or impeached.

In the history of the United States of America, the office of the president has been respected. It is the highest level a political leader can achieve. It is not handed down to someone through birth; it is earned through hard work and by the votes of the people. Many times, the tally of the votes have been questioned and opposition to the point of murder has happened, such was the case with President Lincoln and Kennedy.

Yet, in my lifetime, starting with just being old enough to watch the protests of the Vietnam War, through the impeachment of President Nixon, on to the scandalous acts of President Clinton, I have never seen children so filled with vehement hate for a president.

Children are not born hating anyone they learn to hate.

Therefore, when I see children wearing pins that depict President Trump in a toilet and others playing a game called “Punch the Trump”, it disturbs me. These children are being molded by the world around them. I would like to see them grow up to be loving, kind citizens. Yet, these acts make me question if that will be the future for them.

I am not one to let a teachable moment slide…

The first incident happened while I was teaching at my church. A young girl was wearing some pins. I asked her where she got the pins. She proudly told me her mother bought them for her at the Women’s March in Washington, DC. Therefore, no matter the rhetoric, one of the main reasons for the march(es) was to protest President Trump.

After asking her about where she got the pins. I asked her if she knew who “Trump” was, since one of her pins said, “Flush the Trump” and she said that she did, that he is the President. I then told her that the pins were not very nice. She just shrugged her shoulders.

Therefore, to help her understand the hatred they depicted, I related it to someone closer to her. I reminded her that she had a principal at her school and asked her if she would wear a pin like that about her principal. She said, “No, that wouldn’t be nice.” I countered with if that wouldn’t be nice then maybe she should rethink wearing the pins. I, continued, because I know her mother is a principal at a high school, and asked her how she would feel if the teens there wore pins like that about her mother. She said she wouldn’t like that at all.

Sometimes, the best way to teach is to relate the lesson back to people and things that they know. I hope it opened up some conversations at her home and made her rethink wearing the pins.

The second incident happened at the end of the day, in a class where I was the substitute teacher. The children had packed up and asked if they could play a game on the computer. After giving them permission, I reminded them that they were not to play any violent games. Therefore, I was very surprised when I heard them talking about the game “Punch the Trump.” Moreover, even, more surprised when I went over and discovered that they were playing it. For some reason they did not think it was violent, they thought it was funny. Even though, at this point in the game, the animated President Trump was bloody and falling down. I told them it was extremely violent and unacceptable. One boy turned around and told me that he hates President Trump.

I told them that they needed to exit the game immediately. Then I reminded them that he is the President of our country and deserves our respect. I also told them that we do not hate anyone.

In both of these stories the children are young, the first child is only nine years old and the classroom I was covering was full of eleven-year-olds. This disturbs and concerns me. I love children, I really do. Children need our love and tender care. They need to be brought up in love and respect. I cannot understand why anyone would teach their children to hate.

We all have a responsibility to teach children love, kindness, and respect. It is a huge responsibility but if we don’t do it, someone else may come in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing and teach them hate.

Let’s teach by being examples of LOVE! Let’s show love loudly, so loud that we drown out all the hate.

Who’s in?


Juju and the Angels

We are LOVE and we are IN!





Teach the Children

What are we teaching “our” children?


A great deal of responsibility falls on your shoulders if you are an educator, a parent or a grandparent. Yet, all of us have children in our lives, even if they are just on the outer periphery.

My children are all grown, yet I work part-time as an educator and I am a grandparent. However, my view is that as adults, we all have a obligation to teach the children…

Wherever we go, especially these days with the proliferation of cell phones and security cameras, we are being watched. Yet, even before all of the modern technology, we were being watched by little curious eyes. And behind those curious eyes are maturing, growing brains that soak up everything like a sponge.

Think back to some of your earliest childhood memories…

Hopefully, your mind brought back a delightful memory, however, for many it brought back something painful. That’s because we remember those things more strongly, they impress deep within our minds and can have a profound effect on molding who we are.

So take a moment to reflect on that same memory or another one…

If you, grown up and far removed from those events still remember them vividly and the emotions are still strong then please think about the impressionable minds of the children around you. You are molding their memories.

This puts us in a very powerful position to affect the future…

What world are you shaping by your words, your behavior and actions?

You are a powerful catalyst; everything you do and say leaves a mark…

What mark are you leaving?

I work with all ages of children

Here are some rules that we never grow too old to follow:

  • Be Polite- saying please and thank you, etc. are always in style
  • Share- there is enough for everyone, we are blessed double when we share
  • Speak Kindly or not at all- we can disagree in ways that are respectful/kind
  • Keep to Yourself- don’t go into someone else’s space uninvited
  • Put it/give it back- if you took it out/used it put it away, if you borrowed it return it
  • Keep Each Other Safe- help out when/where you are able or find someone who can
  • Don’t Litter- find a trash receptacle
  • Spread Love- it is a seed that renews and is free to share, it grows well everywhere!! 🙂

These simple rules can have a HUMONGOUS impact on the lives around you, especially the children. Oh and by the way, if you follow these rules the bounce back effect is wonderful.

Now imagine a world were everyone followed these simple precepts…

I can see it, it is just around the corner. Let’s turn that corner together!

Thanks for reading,


Oh my, my, my you are such wonderful amazing beings. We sing for you, We praise with you. You are the children of the future. You are the leaders of today. You are so wonderful and amazing. We come to bring you light and love. We come to touch upon your hearts and help you reach out in love. We shower you with love and blessings. You can share it all abundantly it will never run out. You are an overflowing vessel of all good and love. Spread your light and your love. Love, love, love……….

The Angels



Lost in Transit Thursday

It has come to my attention that some of you didn’t receive yesterdays post. I have figured out what happened. I had channeled my inner Mata Hari and wrote my post in code with invisible ink and sent it out via pigeon carrier. I will try and recall one of the birds and decipher the message and post it tomorrow. In the meantime, should one of my birds show up carefully remove the scroll, squeeze some lemon juice on it, hold it up to a mirror and read the message.

As for today…

Nothing truly noteworthy. Just a short poem:

All around me are the roaring of lions

Their noise deafens my ears

I sink down 

In the midst of it all

Now  I hear it

The whisper of angels

Softly bringing love

To the world

Judy Angelheart

It is late here. I must now go to bed. May the night be kind to us all. May we hear the angels and feel the love.



Another Day Another Dollar 

A better day today, let me count the ways:

  1. I slept better last night, less flashes and sweats😆
  2. I worked two jobs but still didn’t work long hours
  3. My second job was with a new student, he is a great kid and the mom is very supportive
  4. I went to my favorite thrift store and got some clothes for the colder weather. I also got something for the tree I will be decorating for the Hospice Festival of Trees
  5. I went to the library to get some books for my new student and add my artist biography for my Art in the Stacks solo art show this month 🤗

I forgot to take my phone in the thrift store and library because I didn’t take a purse today, just my large substitute teacher bag, so I don’t have any photos. However, I do have a few from my lunchtime duty at the high school .

This is the hall I watched. I took this picture at a rare moment of being empty of people. Lunch is two periods and the students can eat anywhere.

This is the stairwell I manned. That is my lovely shadow. See my walkie talkie?

More shadows.

I  had a chair too😄 It was sunny and warm by the windows.

Time to turn in.


PS : There are comments on my blog, oh my!!!🤗

A Walk About

Tuesday and Wednesday evenings I work for a lady on the nights she works late, making sure that her boys get fed and do their homework . The boys are twelve, so they don’t need constant tending, so I usually go for a walk before dinner.

They live in a community of small beach homes. The neighborhood has its own personality so, I thought pictures would be best. I have included some typical sightings in this quirky little neighborhood . 

These are crabpot floats, a common sight.

Ah, a lovely cottage for sale….gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “fire sale”.

More floats. These adorn many yards.

The cutest little cottage in the whole neighborhood .

Fall leaves of a gumball tree.

Lots of wishes!

Looking out toward the Chesapeake Bay .

It was a wonderful walk.

Thus day 1 comes to a close.

Catch you peppers  tomorrow .


Just a Quickie!!

Hi friends

You know I love you all! I think of you, wherever you are, and I send you love on a regular basis. No matter how busy I get, I never forget about you. The angels are even more diligent in being near you and surrounding you with love.

I am preparing for my first solo art show. This still sounds strange to me, because I have only just recently even imagined myself an artist. Yet, God is showing me that it is ME that has to make my poems and words come to life. Why? Because I have to trust that he gave me the gifts that I need to share my thoughts and images in a real way. Whew, I said it. The big, scary, reality of TRUST, especially to trust in myself. Yet, here I am getting ready to open my show next week and I really like the work I have done. No more waiting to be invited or asking someone to do this work for me, I have done it. Of course, I had a few helpers to put the show part together, no one does anything alone. Yet, the artist part I did.

I want to encourage you to trust your gifts, talents and heart; you really have what you need and then some. In addition, any thing(s) that is lacking will be provided when we step out in faith and begin what we are being led to do.

God and the angels are cheering us on. I am cheering you on. Let’s go!

Hope you doing well in your part of the world.

Sending lots of love and encouragement,

Juju and the angels

PS: The angels want you to know that you are AMAZING and don’t you ever forget it!!!!



I wish I could

Back out

Become soft again

Open to the possibilities


If only we could

Become soft


Able to see

All the possibilities



Judy Angelheart

Copyright and all rights reserved 2016

In in all the chaos of the world right now, we need to soften, not harden our hearts toward one another.

We can do this, we can become soft, tender hearted, and see the possibilities in each other.

Sending healing prayers and love out into the world.


PS: This is a crab growing, softening, becoming vulnerable and open. How about that!

Knock, Knock

8-knocking-doorTwo things are brought to mind by those two words. One is the laughter of children, as they tell or share in the fun of telling knock, knock jokes. The other is the image of Jesus standing at the door and knocking. Both images warm my heart and soul.

The intelligence of a child is shown in the ability to comprehend language. We usually think of a child comprehending concrete language, such as this is a ball or that is a dog. I recently got a wonderful visit with a friend and her three year old. I was surprised that he “got” one of my jokes and responded with a genuine belly laugh. He is also at the stage where he is answering questions such as where is your nose or what color is that, when he is asked. Yet, again he surprised me by his excitement about being able to tell us the plastic animals he pulled out my toy basket.

Knock, knock

Who’s there


Banana who

Knock, Knock

Who’s there


Banana who

Knock, Knock

Who’s there


Orange who

Orange you glad I didn’t say banana

Knock, Knock

Who’s there…..

The second image we most often do not equate with humor, yet it is funny in an ironic sort of way, Jesus is not stopped by doors, bars, or any other obstacle. However, he knocks because he wants to be invited. He is waiting for us to open the door, the door to our heart, and let him in.

The kingdom of God is within, yet we can only access it by opening the door and allowing the love to flow freely.

I thank you for opening your door to allow me to speak to your heart today of the love of God and the holy angels. The love freely flowing through the universe that is here and available to you; always.

We send you love.

Love, light and angels,