Several years ago before we moved from Bainbridge Island, black feathers appeared in my path too often to be a coincidence. I was going through some dark times at work with difficult decisions to make. I left my job, we moved away from the island, and the feathers stopped showing up.
Last week a friend wrote on her blog about finding feathers in her garden. This morning during my walk on Mt. Tabor a small brown striped feather with an orange spine left by a Norther Flicker caught my eye. On the way back home, seagull feathers blew across the walkway.
Feathers are thought to be symbols of a spiritual path and a sign of encouragement along the way. They could be a message to lighten up, to not take things too seriously, to look for joy.
I've been feathered at just the right moment.