Divine, Feathered Inspiration
Today started out a normal day. I went to the garage to check the washer. I wanted to see if the water was filling up because we have had trouble with it for a while. I sat a flashlight on it and watched the cycle. My wife was washing our bath rugs. She had them standing up on the wall. I giggled inside because I know how she thinks and know why her goofy self laid them in there like that. I paused the washer and opened the lid. I rearranged the bath rugs to where they laid down. I restarted the washer. My mind told me to go ahead and assume there is clothes in the dryer and to start with the lent. I checked and cleaned and was about to open the dryer door.
Instead, my eyes looked at the dryer sheet box and I noticed something on it. It looked like lent. I went to grab it and found it was a small light gray feather. It was just hanging there as if my angels were telling me something. I knew it was my angels because how else did it get there? We never open our garage door and we have never had any birds fly in our house. Our fur babies have not eaten a bird in longer than a year. I already know what others would think. I no longer care. I trust my angles over what anyone speaks.
I picked it up and smiled so big. I got so excited that my arm jolted back and forth like, “Yes! I freaking love you all! Always coming through for me.” I was so excited I had to go tell my wife. While holding the feather, I walked to our bedroom where my wife was putting our clean clothes up. All I had to do was hold up the feather so she can see it. She is blind as a bat and even with contacts in her eyes she had to squint which made me laugh even more. She said, “What’s that?” “Oo, where you find that at?” I responded, “I found it just sitting there on the side of the dryer sheet box.” I then began saying, “Bay, let me find out that after I fixed the shower, that the washer is actually washing with cold water instead of hot.” She smiled and smirked with her duck lips and pointed at me as if she were saying, “MMhMM. That part.” Instead, she showed me body language.
I gave duck lips back returning body language in agreement. I gave her the feather and asked her to put it with all the other feathers I have ever received from my angels that I keep in a bag. She got sidetracked while holding the feather in between her fingers. I have no idea how she was able to keep ahold. She is amazing in ways like that. She handed me our son and the feather because she had done forgot she was supposed to put it up for me. I feel every time I have her touch one, she is that much closer to being closer to her own angels.
I walked up to my alter full of glass angels of different kinds. From adult to child and different colors. I have my Mr. Miyagi Plant on the left and my Sage bowl on the left full of Mother Natures treasures and any money that has a double digit on it. I opened the drawer where the pouch of feathers is stored. I looked at my son and taught him what it was for. He smiled and watched me put them back in the drawer.