Feathers
I have someone this morning trying to "analyze" why I get so much pleasure out of finding feathers.
They just feel like a message to me. I'm not sure who from, but almost every time I go outside I find a feather, and it's like a little whisper from someone that they are watching out for me. My Grandma was my favorite person in the whole world, and she and I both loved the mourning doves. Most of my feathers seem to be from the doves, so I can almost believe that they are sent from my Grandma.
My children both have seen me pick up so many feathers that they bring me feathers now, too. Just a few days ago, my 18 year old daughter, Lauren, brought be a beautiful Oriole feather... Yellow, and black. My 6 year old son, Isaiah, brings me mussed up feathers several times a week... He comes running in, excited to have found mom a new feather...LOL...
The person this morning said I was grasping at straws... That I was insecure and needed to "use" the feather "thing" as a crutch...
It always amazes me that someone who I do not know, who has been talking to be for mere seconds, can be so full of hate... What has gone on in this person's life that he can be so mean to people he doesn't even know? What's it to him if it were a crutch???
Ah, well... That's life. One more person on my Yahoo Iggy list...LOL
They just feel like a message to me. I'm not sure who from, but almost every time I go outside I find a feather, and it's like a little whisper from someone that they are watching out for me. My Grandma was my favorite person in the whole world, and she and I both loved the mourning doves. Most of my feathers seem to be from the doves, so I can almost believe that they are sent from my Grandma.
My children both have seen me pick up so many feathers that they bring me feathers now, too. Just a few days ago, my 18 year old daughter, Lauren, brought be a beautiful Oriole feather... Yellow, and black. My 6 year old son, Isaiah, brings me mussed up feathers several times a week... He comes running in, excited to have found mom a new feather...LOL...
The person this morning said I was grasping at straws... That I was insecure and needed to "use" the feather "thing" as a crutch...
It always amazes me that someone who I do not know, who has been talking to be for mere seconds, can be so full of hate... What has gone on in this person's life that he can be so mean to people he doesn't even know? What's it to him if it were a crutch???
Ah, well... That's life. One more person on my Yahoo Iggy list...LOL
1 Comments:
I think feathers are magical-unexpected bits of beauty from the Universe as exactly the moment I need it. Matter of fact, I have a feather on my desk-somewhere- as I type this. Feather on!! Azalea
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