Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
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Wow! Isn’t that a beautiful sentiment? Since I’ve been finding my lucky pennies and lucky feathers, I have been comforted by their sign of hope, promise and peace. It’s like my Guardian Angel is leaving me little tangible signs exactly when I need them.
The last few months have been been more than challenging. Yesterday, my friend Zelda invited me to join her for dinner at Olive Garden. Don’t snicker! I love Olive Garden. When we sat down, there on the table lay a lone penny. Then today, after a stressful day, I ran over to Walmart to pick up a few things. On my way back to my car, a lovely feather cheered me up. I looked up to heaven and said, “Thank you.” I know it was placed there just for me.
My feathers and pennies bring me hope and sing tunes without words.
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