I Stood Tip-Toe Upon a Little Hill, John Keats (1795-1821)

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight:

With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white,

And taper fingers catching all things,

To bind them all about with tiny rings.

I remember long ago reading in one of Eileen Caddy’s books that the Angel of Sweet Pea was the first angel to direct the design of the Findhorn gardens. When my friend Indigo and I began our seasonal celebrations in Valley Forge Park, October 1981, the air was heavy with the scent of Sweet Pea. The participants kept asking, “Where are the sweet peas?” Today, as then, the Sweet Pea Angel is known for changing one’s consciousness toward a life of Peace.

The sweet pea image:  http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.types-of-flowers.org/pictures/sweet-pea.jpg&imgrefurl=http:/