Soft Launch, Hello Angels

Does anyone else think of Charlie’s Angels when they hear “Hello Angels,” or is that just me? I am dating myself.

It is New Years Eve and I have been slowly playing with this website while drinking Lambrusco, a nod to my Grandma Jean. Behind me is the Pocket Angel I created for myself to launch me into 2025. She is tasked with abundance and ease. I haven’t named her yet. Thoughts?

I think it was during Covid that I learned about hiring angels. It was likely on Tik Tok. I became obsessed with hiring them and began to have fun with the ones that played back, especially when it came to the angels who found parking spaces. I bought an apophyllite crystal in the shape of a telephone receiver and began to call the angels on it. Pretty soon my playfulness became more internal, more purposeful, and four years later I am finally at a place where I feel like I have returned to the self I knew when I was very young, as if the five year old me and the 54 year old me have reconnected.

I have largely kept news about my family and my life pretty private over the course of the past year. The relationship I have with my husband changed, evolved, emerged, ended? I don’t know. We live in separate places now, but like all timelines, we are still connected. I mention it here because this website would not exist without that shift and the angels and my belief in manifestation, visualization, prayer, got me here. My life doesn’t look anything at all like it did New Years Eve 2024. My hope is that in sharing my stories, that you will find yourself in them, and that you too, might find imagination to be your most powerful tool.

I spent a year sharing a bedroom with my middle son in a house that was falling apart around us. He had just come off four of the best years of his life and a summer abroad. I had just come off of the decision to end the path we were on. Each day we set an alarm for 4am, went to the gym, worked out for an hour, returned, made smoothies, and then we held crystals and meditated. It was like Ground Hog day. It was a religion. It was survival. It was the hardest and most powerful, transformational year of my life. By the time it was over, in the span of two weeks, the house was sold, our family was changed, and I moved into a house that had every single thing in it that I asked the pocket angels for. Every. Single. Thing. Plus a bonus puppy.

I have a million ideas for these pocket angels, but I am letting them emerge in their own time, their own way. They have been out in public, have had their own pop up gallery show at Saint Kate, and have traveled quite a bit in the hands of their patrons, but today they are “coming out,” publicly. These angels are the first thing I have ever created that encompass all the parts of who I am: artist, writer, teacher, storyteller, intutive. They allow me to play, to be silly, to dream big dreams.

On New Year's Eve, an old Irish tradition is to open your door at midnight and let the old year out and the new year in. My youngest son and I are about to do just that, to breathe in the cold January air, welcome in all that it has to give, and to be open to the changes it brings us. It’s a soft launch. May the months that follow be just as gentle.

I hope you will follow me here. In this blog I will be sharing the oracle deck preview, sharing ideas for private readings (thank you to those who have so patiently waited for their return), as well as providing journal prompts, art lessons, and other tools to help you get in touch with your own guides, your own inner knowings. Together we will create. Happy 2025, Loves.

xo

Kelly