A friend of mine told me this sweet little story about feathers. They say when you are out for a walk...just doing your normal everyday things...when you see a feather, you should pick it up. I asked why. She said, that feathers are gifts from those that love us and are not able to be with us because they have moved on from this life. They have the birdies leave feathers with their wishes for us. She said, at times when you need the most support, you will see feathers everywhere. I though she was just being nutty. I am outside all the time and I really never see feathers. So, today as I am walking to the mailbox (which is a house away) and going out to read by the bay in the backyard, I find 5 feathers. FIVE~Different feathers...different sizes. How odd. Is it just because I was more inclined to look for them or like she explained....they knew I needed a little support. Either way, I have decided I like it. I''m going to keep a jar of the feathers I find by my silver jewlery boxes....as a daily reminder that love never dies. It lives on...for us, it lives on.
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Oh, and guess who just found another feather when she went outside to put a new lightbulb in the bulk head lights out back? That is 6.
At least one of them is from me. That is an awesome story.
What? Are you dead now? I'm confused.
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That will teach me to skim a blog. I did not see the passed on part of your blog. No. I am quite alive and well and having a blonde sort of day. Today when getting gas, I did not see the X2 part and I said "Holy cow $19 to fill my tank. I am going to get my gas here. How can you afford this?" Then he pointed to the sign that said X2. I was embarrassed.
lol, goofball, you crack me up!
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