On our recent search for family, I came to a beautiful setting, nestled in the colorful hills where some of our family, now rests. A quiet hillside cemetery ablaze with the colors of fall.
There was a slight chill in the morning air, as a mist hung heavy on the mountain.
The air had a certain quiet stillness to it as I approached the gate to this country cemetery. This trip was long awaited, I was so excited to finally be there. I reached down and unlatched the gate and stepped inside. Quiet and still air, all around us.
As I came to the first headstone and read aloud the name, I noticed something in the grass at my feet.
The leaves of many colors were strewn about on the green grass and something out of the ordinary caught my eye.
A feather.
Many cultures have long taken the assumption that a feather on your footpath has a deeper meaning.
Some say that it is message from the divine, other say it is simply a feather, lost in flight.
I like to think that it is a subtle message from those that care about me, that are now gone. A simple token sent down, to let me know that they are thinking about me. They are never quite gone from me.
A light angel feather, floated and swirled down from heaven, lost from a wing.
I bent to pick it up and smiled big. Tears coming now, for sure. My Dad, no doubt had sent this one. He was with me in spirit and I could almost feel him there beside me.
I had so wanted him to go to see this place with me, we had planned on it, and now, I feel certain he was at least watching down on me. It was almost like a mini hug to my heart.
That feather came back home with me and will stay with me, a treasured reminder.
Be on the look out for "angel" feathers, along your path, too. Angels are all around us.
What a comforting thought!
