feathers.
i find them everywhere.
i have vases & jars…filled with found feathers.
i always take pictures before i touch them.
a couple of years ago…i stopped in at this little shop, ‘Mystikal Scents’.
stones, gems, tarot, herbs, books…the kind of stuff that always draws me in.
one of the healers behind the counter waved me over.
she took my hand and told me i’ve had a lot of losses…
(yep, i am the last of my immediate family…the oldest of 3 siblings)
and that all the feathers i find are signs. messages. a spirit is close by.
that made so much sense.
not only because i’ve experienced so much loss…
but i DO find a lot of feathers…
and each time i pick them up…i feel connected…my heart races a little.
i feel a warmth spread through me.
i feel a warmth spread through me.
a candle burns right now for my sister
who would have been 56 on july 23.
she succumbed to a long…five year battle…with breast cancer, in 2007.
my brother, nov. 1955 - sept. 2008
my dad, july 1917 - may 2001
mom - march 1923 - dec. 1989
the feathers i find…the visits in dreams…that strange sensation i get from now & then…
makes me realize they’re still here. all around me.
“I am a feather for each wind that blows”
~ William Shakespeare
ANYWAY,
speaking of feathers…
some of the feathers i spot on the ground are from the Red-shouldered Hawk.
here’s a hawk in the backyard.
not a very good picture…he was a little too far for my camera
and i didn’t want to scare him away by getting any closer.
this past weekend…early morning…after sam & i went to the field across the road
to see if there were any more wild blackberries (nope!)
we heard the hawks.
we stopped. listened. followed the sound…and then spotted one.
high up in a pine tree…facing east…looking into the sun…
not the best camera angle.
>she’s calling out to another hawk<
>and one flies in…can u see? under her…on the branch below<
>a third hawk flies in
and chases the other away<
males fighting over the female?
young ones competing for mom’s attention?and life goes on…in the hawk world. we headed up the dirt road to our (dirt) driveway.
young ones competing for mom’s attention?and life goes on…in the hawk world. we headed up the dirt road to our (dirt) driveway.
(no wonder i’m constantly dusting!)SO,
if you happen to come across a feather…
smile.
someone you know who has passed on, is letting you know they’re near.
just a little reminder…to celebrate the life you had together.
stay cool. be safe.
laura
(on to run errands, do chores and another massage app’t. see you at your place…soon.)
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