TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

For any of you who have followed my posts describing my feather stories, you’ll know my late husband has left me some remarkable signs using big, white feathers sticking up like arrows shot into the ground at meaningful places and at meaingful times. Well, he did it again. While my family and I were evacuated from Hurricane Milton, the water from the lake behind my house came up well into the yard like never before. When it flooded, it took all the cedar chips that I use as mulch around some shrubbery and made a long line of chips across the whole back yard and well into my neighbor’s yard. The floodline was very clear and yet very disturbing as it had never come up so far before. I guess 21 inches of rain will do that.

As I was out assessing the yard and property damage, I happened to notice, right in the middle of that floodline, one large, wet, white feather stuck in the ground and sticking up. It seemed almost defiant, holding that line. Hard to believe it could still be vertical given the force and the rest of the wind’s destruction that night. Once again, I am grateful to have his spirit’s energy watching over us.