As is our ritual, I took the dogs outside for a pee. Me too. Sometimes I go with them. In solidarity, of course.
There, inches from my stream, lay this feather.
The light caught it magnificently. It lay there whispering on the grass, resplendent in its translucence.
I believe this: You have to follow the signs.
I’m a believer in anything that heightens my experience in this world.
Finding a feather is like receiving an invitation to soar. A white feather evokes purity, spirit. It tells you your path is opening up before you.
I share this feather with you today. Because it’s for you too.
Your path is illuminated.
Your path is a glide path.
You have wind beneath your wings.
You are meant to fly; you are meant to be borne aloft.
That choice you’re confronted with? Make it. You are supported.