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This morning I found another feather. I know that in a rural area like mine the chance of birds simply losing their feathers is very high, but there is always a chance that some angel has also passed by. When I couldn't find the picture of the feather, I remembered another superstition about black cats, (in the meantime I found the picture), when I was a child we were afraid to pass by black cats, some said it was dangerous to cross their path and some said you shouldn't pass by them, as a little anxious girl I chose Either way, when I grew up and learned to love black cats I discovered that the Japanese believe they bring good luck. Here in the picture is Philip the cat in a lookout position at home.
Whenever I se a white feather I always say " Hello Angel" though I don't really believe in it!
ReplyDeleteHere in UK it is thought to be good luck if a black cat crosses your path.
I discovered that black cats are very special in their character.
DeleteOh a " Gartenzwerg" in a Christmas cactus. Very funny. I love all cats whatever their colour.
ReplyDeleteBirgit
Indeed the feather found a very special place to reach.
DeleteIt is a joy to see Philip and the most recent feather.
ReplyDeletePhilip likes high places.
DeleteThe most characterful and memorable cat in my life was black. His humans had named him Arnold. Beautiful cat.
ReplyDeleteThis is a second generation of black cats here. He chose us three years ago when he was a puppy and came out of nowhere.
DeleteI think the gnome put it there.
ReplyDeleteMay be.
DeleteI found a feather, in winter the week after my husband passed away, so as I have never found another since, I believe it was sent from him to say that he is watching over me. I did find one yesterday, but it came out of my down jacket! Gigi
ReplyDeleteI'm sure your husband is watching over you Gigi.
DeleteI've had 2 black cats. They were very affectionate and I had to be careful not to squash them as they would jump on my seat when my backside was halfway down! I do miss them.
ReplyDeleteThe black cats show emotions in a surprising way. Not all cats are like that.
DeleteAnd your Christmas cactus (as I know it, anyway) is blooming! Ours finished some time ago. I love black cats and never understood why they got such a bum rap.
ReplyDeleteEvery year in October I cut a piece of the Christmas cactus and make a new pot, this year I forgot.
DeleteIt's interesting how many cultures have different symbols of good luck or bad luck!
ReplyDeleteThere are quite a few here, most of which I have adopted.
DeleteTo have a black cat pass in front of our car is very bad luck. So some people say. We have to spit 3 times and shake ourselves about to keep away the evil.
ReplyDeleteIf you have a black cat that you love then it's very good luck!
I think that our beliefs and yours are similar, maybe because of the geographical proximity.
DeleteIt's nice to know you have
ReplyDeleteno prejudice against black cats.I have yet to meet any animal I couldn't love.
I truly believe angels are around us far more often
than most people would expect them to be.I believe God loves us far too much to leave us
unprotected.May you have a blessed day ,Mary
Thank you Mary.
DeleteThat is a good picture of Philip. He is like my cats.
ReplyDeleteI know. Yours are lovely too.
ReplyDeleteIn the UK we say that if a black cat crosses your path, it's a sign of good luck. Take your choice!
ReplyDeleteThe picture of Philip the cat in a lookout position seems imperial, but doesn't he get a bit lonely up there?
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to hear you found another feather. Someone is watching over you and wants you to know it. Philip is a beautiful cat. Cats love to find the highest place to sit and oversee their domain!
ReplyDeleteDear Yael, I don't know whether somebody posted this lovely poem by Emily Dickinson here in your comments (as I looked for it I found it on poets.org):
ReplyDeleteHope is the thing with feathers (254)
(Emily Dickinson (1830 –1886)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
That's wonderful, thanks Britta.
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