Random Thoughts
Feathers have been roaming around in my thoughts lately. Over the past couple of weeks I have been finding feathers in my yard on a regular basis. A number of them were standing at attention in the grass. Some light and fluffy ones showed up around my feet. One slightly beat up feather was left by a dove watching me at the window. After looking me over, the dove shook itself and reached down and pulled the feather out. She/he then looked at me again, dropped the feather on the ground and, with one last look, flew away.
Many people believe that feathers are gifts from the Universe bringing messages. That they bring us an opportunity or reminder to connect, to see, to find answers. A message, also, that Love and assistance are there for the asking. We just need to remember that we need not walk alone. Easier said than done.
When was the last time you sat down quietly and went within to seek your messages and to ask for Love and assistance to be brought into your life? When was the last time you sat quietly and gave Thanks to the Universe? I know I’m way over due.
I was outside trying to get good pictures with natural light. That little fluffy feather is also a Blue Jay feather but the wind kicked up and started blowing the feathers around so that was the end of outdoor picture-taking of feathers!
The tattered one, third from the left, is the one left by the dove.
Life At Our House
Lots of messes here need to be addressed. But for now, here is what I have been snacking on:
Husband made these for work by request. And, of course, some were left behind at home.
Fur Babies and Other Critters
I wish my balance was this good. Usually they crawl across upside down.
I put fresh paper towels in for Stitch. Look at those stuffed pouches!
Can you see that he has stuffed his pouches so full that the paper towels are sticking out of his mouth?
Out In The Yard
It is the end of the year, unfortunately.
This poor butterfly showed up at night and slept in the window. He’s rather beat up. See where he’s missing a section of one wing?
This little one sat in the sun for hours. Faded and slightly tattered.
Mr. Toad sat buried in this pot for 3 days. He didn’t even get out at night. Then suddenly, three days ago, he took a bath and left.
Have I mentioned how much I dislike winter?
Mugs
Yep, back to this one. The past couple of nights have not been fun.
And, WOW!, it’s only 9:30! I’ll have time to work on crocheting a tissue box cover! Night!