I was standing in my kitchen two days ago, severally sleep deprived and feeling so incredibly thankful that the day prior I had made a huge turkey dinner that had left me with an abundance of leftovers that I just have to reheat (no cooking, no mess, and still a wonderful feast to be had.) The moment I was feeling this and scooping out leftovers onto a plate, suddenly I felt this gust of energy like a tight hug with the words “Bless the birds and the birds bless you.” At that same time, I was shown the turkey feathers that now create a little memorial to my father. I had to smile while feeling so loved and provided for.
I didn’t do any readings that day, having only gotten 2 hours of sleep. So let me tell you, I was a little upset when I went to go…
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