I was sitting outside in our back yard when I noticed something ever so gracefully falling from the sky and coming my way. I watched, absolutely absorbed in the twirling dance of the object as it came closer and closer. I held out my hand and it seemed to immediately know my desire to catch it. I smiled as a tiny, delicate little feather landed oh so softly in my palm.
I love to be outside, I spend as much time as I can taking in the fresh air and the sights and sounds of nature around me. For all of my 33 years, I have never witnessed a feather falling from the sky, no bird in sight, much less landing directly into my hand after putting on a lovely little show.
So what does it mean?
Maybe nothing. It doesn’t feel like nothing though. I can’t say for sure what it means, but a quick internet search seems to indicate that it can only be good. Some say it is a sign that your guardian angels are around you, protecting you and letting you know they are there. Some say it is a friendly hello from heaven, a sign that one of your loved ones is thinking of you and is with you. Some say it is a sign of good luck to come.
I say it is wonderful. I feel happy and blessed. What a lovely little gift! Perhaps it is a silly superstition, but if it makes me happy, well then, logic be damned! :)