Feather on my path in the cake shop (naturally)

I do love it when feathers show up on my path.  Little white feathers, giant feathers that look like there has been a passing albatross, you know, any sort of feathers bring me a reminder of Spirit and a picture of angelic wings sent to lift my spirits.


No matter how downtrodden or dejected my day is turning out to be, the sight of a feather on my path is enough to lift me out of the doldrums.  Even better if the feather is in a strange place, an unexpected announcement of a connection with Spirit.


This week was no exception.  Meeting up with an old friend, a lovely lady who has managed to successfully raise two lovely children single-handed and still keep a smile on her face, off we went having a little hunt around the charity shops in Leigh, naturally ending with a trip to the bakers for sausage rolls, tea cakes and coffee. As I was leaving the bakers, clutching my goodies, I just happened to glance down at the floor.  A feather. In the middle of the bakers.  I love that.  I take a snap (one for the album) and head off, a little lighter, with renewed hope that things will be turning out alright in the end.  Spirit are helping to bring guidance and nudges in the right direction, all I have to do is follow them!


Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.


Tamasin x