Don't Forget...

You're never really alone.  Just a friendly reminder.

Yes, everything will...

work out just fine...  no need to worry...  even though I'm very good at that.

Shoe Feather Part Two...

The moral of the story came to me shortly after:

"Well, I wanted to add something to my story.

It isn't hard to believe in the feathers or from whom they come.  Of course, it is amazing still each and everyone; but the unbelievable part is the circumstances of each feather connection.  Just at the right moment...you look out the window. just at the right moment you walk out the front door, just at the right moment... the orchestration is wild and mind boggling.  I have helped Mackenzie wash her hands on a Friday night for 3 years now.  Never ever, ever has she asked me not to look while she washed her hands; and never have I sat down on a closed lid toilet seat while she washed her hands and had I not..... I never would have looked down and seen my birthday feather. 

xoxoxoxo"

Shoe Feather

This showed up in my email from my aunt Marianne...

"I have received feathers from Roberta for years.  I have saved all of them.  At different times I will come across them in my glove compartment, kitchen drawers, vases, dresser drawers.  There is a story behind each one, some that I remember and some that I do not.  But what I do know is that each feather is a message of love from Roberta, usually telling us that she is praying for us and that everything is okay even when it looks like things are not.  Tonight while babysitting my grand kids, little Mackenzie asked me to follow her to the bathroom to wash her hands.  Upon arriving in the bathroom she requested that I not watch her as she washed her hands.  I said okay and decided to put down the toilet seat and sit down.  I was tired.  As I rested I was naturally looking down and saw what I thought was a piece of food that had dropped on my boot and figured it had happened while making lasagna earlier that evening.  I went to wipe it off and lo and behold it was a feather.  How could this be?  Where was this from?  And how had it clung to my boot?  I  immediately thought of Roberta and since my birthday was last Wednesday I thought this must be a belated happy birthday.   Thanks Roberta.  I love you too!  And miss you very much!  xoxoxo"

American Beauty Moment at Coco's

No I didn't find a feather on my table at Coco's, but this feather did swirl around me in some kind of invisible dust devil and then fly in the door after me while I walked in.

Support from above and encouragement in the face of certain change and a reminder rolls through my subconscious to ride the whirlwind.

Feather on his head

This from my cousin Autumn out there in Texas.

"So it's 27 degrees here, snowy and our heater stopped working last night! So it is cold in the house and I have been worried about Noah! This morning I was nursing him praying he was warm enough and I moved something and this feather flew up and landed on his head!"

A mother's love is everywhere at once, I love it!  For those of you stumbling on this, take a moment right now to just allow yourself to feel as safe, secure and loved as this precious child in the picture.  See what that feeling does for the rest of you day.  


The feeling of being deeply loved, watched over, and cared for is one of the greatest feelings we can have and know.  Connecting with God and those who have gone before us is your ticket to having this feeling all the time regardless of what is happening to you in this life.  When you recognize the infinite nature of things...  well this does call for a Bogart line, doesn't it?


"I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."

And there you have it from the man himself.  That is from the end of Casablanca.  And so it goes with staying connected to what Wayne Dyer calls Intention and Buzz Light Year calls Infinity and Beyond!

Greetings From Above

I just watched this one fall from the sky and land right in front me...