Sunday afternoon when we arrived home after church and having lunch Larry noticed something in the front yard near the Maple tree. Walking up to see he replied 'it's only a feather'. But I said no it must be my lucky feather, a mystical magical feather and so I picked up the fragil feather that was standing straight up. With its wispy fine downy feel I wondered if it was a goose down feather. Or could it be like the pennies from heaven stories and it was sent to me from my Guardian Angel to let me know the Divine spirit was watching over me.
I suppose it could be from someone's feather duster but no....I want to believe it was sent to me from Heaven above. It makes for a much nicer thought as to how the feather landed in my front yard.
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A friend of mine used to collect big black feathers from Washington Park. She placed them in 'feather pots' that were made out of some kind of pottery. She said that Native Americans once collected feathers and kept them as a decoration in little pots.
While walking, I almost always would find a feather. I would bring it home thaniful for the surp it home thankful for the surprise gift and put it into a little piece of pottery in my Reiki room.
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