Hi Folks:
A number of years ago when I was going through a dark period in my life, it seemed like every time I went outside I’d find a feather on the ground, waiting for me, usually with 10-15 feet of whatever doorway I had just left. To me to it was a quiet nudge from the Universe, a sense of letting me know I was loved and cared for no matter what experience I was choosing in the moment.
Well, last week I was going through a very strange day and on my way home from the grocery store I found this Macaw feather lying on the ground by the sidewalk. Now, some people might have found that strange – it’s not moulting season, after all – but to me it was a reminder of that earlier time, and I smiled.
It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized it was a blue feather, and I thought, “Couldn’t they have just put up a sign that read, ‘Don Shimoda was here?'”
Hugs,
M&M
P.S. If you’re looking for a blue feather yourself, you might want to drop by our friend Kristen’s site: Blue Feather
Perhaps it is a reminder that you are meant to fly, not be burdened by earthly troubles.. Obituaries find me that way, in odd places, as if left by my mother. The story of a long, remarkable life usually, several times the obit of someone I knew. ..always a reminder to quit whinging, love Worzel.
Thanks for sharing! And thanks for dropping by our little corner of the \’net!
Love,
M&M