😇Angels & Feathers / Love Notes From Above

😇Angels and Feathers

Love Notes From Above

Across many cultures and spiritual traditions, feathers—especially white ones— are seen as signs

of angelic presence. They’re symbols of protection, guidance, and reassurance.

When one appears, often in the most unexpected places, it can feel like a gentle whisper

from the divine: you are loved, you are not alone.

The Symbolism of Feathers

** Protection & Guidance: A reminder that angels surround us like a shield, offering safety and comfort.

** Spiritual Connection: A link to the unseen—the presence of angels, loved ones, or even our

own divine essence.

** Messages of Hope & Love: White feathers especially carry a sense of peace, reassurance,

and tender encouragement.

** Presence of Angels:Finding one can feel like a calling card from heaven, a quiet reminder that you are being watched over.

💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼

The day my mother passed away was the hardest day of my life. My father and I left the hospital in a haze,

the world heavy with silence. When we arrived at his house, I stepped out of the car and immediately

noticed a single white feather standing upright in the grass. The moment I saw it, an unexplainable

calm washed over me. I knew—it was Mom’s way of saying, I’m okay. I’m still right here with you.

Later that day, I returned to my own home. My garden has always been a place where I find

answers—or at least comfort—when life feels too heavy.

While watering the flowers, I spotted a beautiful red feather resting among the blooms.

I smiled through my tears. Another message. Another love note from Mom. That evening, still restless,

I went back outside. When I’m lost or hurting, I dig. Big holes, small holes—it doesn’t matter.

A friend once told me it’s my way of grounding myself, of pressing my pain into the earth so I can

breathe again. Maybe she’s right. Shoes off, feet in the dirt, I dug and dug, speaking to Mom in my heart.

If you’re really here with me, give me another sign. With the very next shovel of earth, buried about six inches deep,

I uncovered another feather— this one streaked with soft browns and reds. I just stood there staring at it,

knowing without a doubt it was her.

Later, I had those first three feathers framed, so I could always keep them close: my mother’s love notes

from the other side.

So the next time you come across a feather, pause for a moment. Maybe it’s just a bird’s lost treasure…

but maybe, just maybe, it’s a gentle hello from someone you love.

Until next time... keep loving & living your best life

Wishing you Love, Light & Sparkles!

🌸 Carrie