Sunday, 6 March 2011

Signs

I love finding white feathers in unexpected places.  I always look upon these little white gifts as "hello's" from the much missed, they are perhaps tiny white indicators that they popped in to say "hi", "remember me?" or, "are you ok?"

This morning, as I suddenly realised I was a little behind schedule, I grabbed my ring from the night stand without looking and roughly jammed it on the middle finger of my left hand then carried on reaching for earrings, Pandora, socks.  Seconds later, for some reason I peered at my left hand and slowly unfurled my fingers to reveal in the palm of my hand, one, slightly dishevelled small white feather, the tail of which was tucked into the band of my ring.

I find it quite amusing to look for the logic in these feathers, they are not quite so thrilling to find on the walk between the car and work as there are pigeons and gulls gallore in that area.  I still acknowlege them though, I would hate to think of anyone's efforts, (other than the birds,) going unrecognised but, when you find them in your car, in your sink, attached to your jumper or in the palm of your hand...  Try as I might to apply logic and reason, even the cynic in me sometimes has to accept the unexplainable, stop looking for answers, and just say; "Hi!"

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