Nothing Is Lost
Nothing is lost that cannot be found. Like a bird preening it does not fret over the feathers that fall for it instinctively knows that new ones will grow. And their feathers that float through the air and drop to the ground will be gifts from heaven for those who collect them and for who those believe that they are messages from the great spirit . If you will, a good luck gesture from the universe to say, all is well. Everything comes and goes. You like the bird are being preened for something new to come to you.
Your soul-to-soul communication, writing under the influence of god light.
Much love, Faith