Have you ever been somewhere with a lot of people all talking to each other and for some reason it gets quiet? Strangely everyone stops talking at the same time. I was told years ago that that meant the angels were flying over. It gave me goose bumps. I asked Marti if she wouldn't mind painting some angels and she worked her magic. I think they're beautiful and I will have these with me next Saturday at Blissfest. They would like to meet you.