1950s French porcelain tumbling angels.
Sometimes a clipped or broken wing creates an opportunity to discover new skills.
Follow your dreams; take some risks and see what happens.
Maybe you'll discover strengths and abilities you never knew you had.
Chances are your efforts will be rewarded and you'll find new ways - and new wings - to fly.
19th-century French wooden and plaster angel's wing
Wings never lose their power to transport us to new worlds of fortune and opportunity.
You whisper of angels and dreams
with fragile gossamer wings
and strength propelled to fly
Bright blithe spirits
spin choices in the air
swoop through the clouds
Hopeful flights of possibility
soar to the far corners of the earth
or journeys of the imagination
Rise above circumstances
draw your own maps
without boundaries or borders
A touch of bravery's needed
and belief in one's abilities
to reach your destination
Use your wings to fly.
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Where can I puchase a set of these tumbling angels? Ive been looking all over?
Posted by: Anne | 01 August 2007 at 22:32
Very nice collection of angels and beautiful poem to go along.
For a long time I was afraid of angels. I saw a film about a fallen angel and it affected me for years. I'm over it now. :)
Posted by: Willow Grace | 03 May 2007 at 05:23
Wonderful! Your tumbling angels are the perfect illustration for your thoughtful words. xoxoxo
Posted by: Colette | 30 April 2007 at 07:37
I enjoy how this hints of possibilities.
Posted by: my backyard | 30 April 2007 at 03:31
The angels and the poem work together so well, and create such great inspiration. Good reminders for all of us :)
Posted by: Becca | 30 April 2007 at 01:37
Those angels are gorgeous. And your poem is lovely too.
Posted by: Kamsin | 29 April 2007 at 21:15
Beautiful, just beautiful.
"Hopeful flights of possibility" keep us coming for more ... xo, JP
Posted by: JanePoe (aka Deborah) | 29 April 2007 at 20:37
Tara you are one who uses her wings!!
beautiful words and photos.
Posted by: gemma | 29 April 2007 at 19:31
Great tumbling angels, and thoughts behind them. Thank you for an inspiring post!
Posted by: khambagirl | 29 April 2007 at 13:22
beautiful...I love the lines about drawing our own maps without borders or boundaries...sounds like freedom to me!
Posted by: nel | 29 April 2007 at 11:20
i like the idea of broken wings still learning how to fly...a beautiful post
Posted by: paul | 29 April 2007 at 08:49
You always have the most incredible posts and pictures, you know?! I love the little encouragment regarding clipped wings - and the last photo of the angel wings... ahhhhh that's heavenly right there!
Posted by: Mizsmoochielips | 29 April 2007 at 06:57
I absolutely love angels..... I have a little collection of angel figurines; every time I visit a new country I buy an angel figurine from there. The cherubs in your photos are gorgeous!
Posted by: bonggamom | 29 April 2007 at 06:53
oh my gosh!!!
Perfectly adorable.
This is a great post. I just love how you wrote a sentence pertaining to each angle pic. The encouragement with the broken wing....awwwww!!!
Beautiful!
Posted by: Bohemian mom | 29 April 2007 at 02:24
Tara,
Beautifully apt poem for "wings"
"A touch of bravery's needed
and belief in one's abilities
to reach your destination"
So important to remember.
The figurines are just perfect!
rel
Posted by: rel | 28 April 2007 at 22:23
Nice. The other day I saw a man walking down the street and on the back of his shirt were silk-screened angel wings - I thought it would be a great to have either that t-shirt or to have wings like that tattooed on.
Posted by: kristen | 28 April 2007 at 21:05
Oh, these angels are adorable. Are they old? Are they yours? Do you display them? If they were mine I would disply them all the time in the livingroom.
And your words to go with the images are so wise. Thanks Tara.
I loved this post after my two angels yesterday ;-)
Tara responds:
Thank you! The angels are from the 1950s and yes, they're mine. I don't display them often, as I lack the space. However I sometimes put them in the center of the table at dinner parties.
Posted by: Britt-Arnhild | 28 April 2007 at 21:00
I have always loved angels. Your poem was beautiful and inspiring. XXOO
Posted by: Tammy | 28 April 2007 at 20:50
I love those adorable angels and the uplifting poetry! Wonderful thought provoking affirmation! Very positive post!
I’m always amazed at your prolific dexterity!
Hugs Sherrie
Posted by: giggles | 28 April 2007 at 20:00
Very inspiring and a tumble of fun! I especially love the line about the clipped wing creating new opportunities and strengths.
Posted by: colleen | 28 April 2007 at 18:46
I adore cherubs and angels! Yours are quite a collection...and what a beautiful poem....
Posted by: MyMelange | 28 April 2007 at 17:43
The little angels are precious- the ability to tumble and fly all at once!
What beautiful words you share with us, today, Tara...
Posted by: Regina Clare Jane | 28 April 2007 at 17:02
I love those tumbling angels!
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet | 28 April 2007 at 16:59
what a fun series of little statues this is. I like the idea of tiny angels playing like this.
Posted by: AscenderRisesAbove | 28 April 2007 at 16:59
Those photos are great. I loved those angels.
I always use my wings to fly...in my mind...:) Thanks.
Posted by: gautami | 28 April 2007 at 16:53
I need to use my wings to rise above circumstances holding me down. Great poem for Sunday Scribblings.
Posted by: meredith | 28 April 2007 at 16:53
My goodness, your message is timely for me. I love your beautiful poem....and the big messages found in your lines between the pics. I'm all teary.....knowing that personally I have to figure out how to repair my own wing and take flight.
I will print this off Tara and carry it with me as I make decisions.
Beautiful!!
ps. for some reason, I couldn't access your site this week. I'm glad the bloggie gremlins have taken flight!
Posted by: awareness | 28 April 2007 at 16:28
I do think life is all about learning to fly. And I like what Di says about risks.
Great post and pictures, Tara. I love seeing the world through you eyes.
Posted by: January | 28 April 2007 at 16:05
My imagination is my wings, I think, because it more often than not takes me away from here, to places I could never dream of reaching on foot alone.
Posted by: Rethabile | 28 April 2007 at 16:03
I think risks are the nearest thing we humans have to wings. I love risk it's so exciting and I feel so sorry for the risk averse but maybe they are happy to be earth bound.
Posted by: Di Overton | 28 April 2007 at 15:55