April 2, 2020
So here we are, another week, two weeks in? Not really sure, as I have truly lost track of time. As we are all on this journey right now and it is completely, totally, different for each an everyone of us, there are some things about it that you just can’t explain. Yesterday was one of those days. I have found myself reprogramming. From my new morning routine, to afternoon, to dinner time now being 9:30pm at night. One of the things that has been implemented into my routine is taking one or two of the dogs for a walk. If you haven’t already guessed, yesterday, was that day. Of course, though, not without a back story.
Last week, I felt the need to be near water. As you may already know, water is the sign of emotion, and what better way is to sit near moving water. Get those emotions moving and out of the way. In the past, when felt the calling to be near water, I would hop in my jeep and drive to it. Since travel is extremely limited, I decided to walk instead. I walked through a few developments and came to a dead-end road which was attached to a field. I figured, why not. After traipsing through two fields I came upon an old abandoned farm with, you guessed it, a stream attached. Now, I have lived in what is now my home for almost 15 years, and I never knew that this stream existed. As I sat by the stream and thought about the present situation, I paused and thanked the universe for giving me this opportunity, for had it been a “normal” day in the neighborhood, I would have driven to find a running stream. This day, gave me the blessing of realizing the things I have missed over the years, and realizing what truly has been in my backyard.
So fast forward to yesterday, and you guessed it, I went for a walk towards that stream. The only difference with this walk as opposed to the week prior was I had my daughter’s dog and he recently got a bath, so no stream for him. With that being said, I walked through the fields, but went a different way. As I was nearing the top of the hill, I began to see feathers, white feathers to be exact. Perhaps they were chicken feathers, dove feathers, who really knows, but I would like to believe that they were signs from above, no matter what type of feathers they were. I began taking photos of them, because they were, what appeared to be a trail. I started counting them, and stopped at 7, for at that point, I was at the top of the hill and I made a point of turning around as sunset was nearing.
I took a photo, and immediately took another one. How fast the photos changed. Now, as I looked at the first photo, I was in complete awe…I won’t tell you what I believed to be in this photo, but I will tell you this. Whether it was a portal, a spirit, an angel, Jesus, higher power, or just an illusion, it was real for me. Yesterday was a really hard day for me, no particular reason, other than grieving the life as I knew it was gone. I haven’t felt that type of grief since my dad passed away, the only difference this time, was I knew how to reach out. To text a friend, to share my feelings and to listen to what was working for her. Walking was one of those things, as a matter of fact, she was walking as she was sharing her beliefs and advice with me.
I took her advice, and went on a walk of my own. Had I not taken that walk yesterday, I would not be looking at life from a totally different perspective today. There is a huge shift happening for each and everyone us right now. For some it may feel extremely uncomfortable, for others it may be the greatest thing since sliced bread. Whatever part of your journey that you are on right now, honor it, and know that you are exactly where you are suppose to be at any given moment. The only advice that I would like to share with you as we are presently in it, is follow your path, look for the signs and please, don’t forget to look up.