Why I believe in Angel Feathers.
When I was a child, my Mormor (Danish for Maternal Grandmother), and I spent a lot of time together, she was often my caretaker when my Mom had to work, and I loved spending time at her house. She is so loving, and artistic, and crafty and has such a warm heart…
She also really inspired me to believe in miracles, how to be spiritual, witness the power of nature, expect magic to happen every day, how to have faith, hope and a slight bit of mysticism in the world around us.
The freckles that spread over my nose and over my rosy cheeks as a child were laid there by fairies, I was told often. Special fairies that kissed my little face during the night, because I was a special little girl and each and every one of my freckles had a name.
I’d lie, snuggled on her lap in the twilight hours before bed and she’d gently point the freckles out, and name them. This one is called Emma, this one Alice, Mary, Suzy, Jemma, Elizabeth, Diane, Betty, and “Ooooh, there is a new one, a fresh one, probably because you were so good yesterday. That last kiss was from a fairy called Maggie; she likes to help put away dishes just like you”.
Yes, this little 80′s kid is me – shame you can’t see the freckles, there were a few there, but I was due many more kisses!
How I absolutely TREASURE these memories with my Mormor. My step-son isn’t so convinced by the fairy-kisses story, but he’s 9 now, so we’ll forgive him that. It sure captured the imagination of a 5 year old girl, and I hope it will to another in the near future.
One ‘magical story from Mormor’ that DID capture someone else’s imagination and belief was Mr Stepford.
Amazing Angel Feathers
When you see a pure white feather floating around you, it means an Angel is nearby. I told this to Mr Stepford when we first started dating and he was very kind about my ‘belief’, but utterly unconvinced.
“Come on”, he’d say, “it was a Pigeon, or a bird that flew by”.
Utterly un-deterred by his sense of practicality and ‘realistic’ views on things I wondered what would help to convince him.
It is a long time ago now, so it is hard to remember the exact timings, but it must have been a few weeks after I first mentioned ‘Angel Feathers’ to him.
We were sat outside our apartment on the steps. We lived on the upper ground floor, and we were having a cigarette (oh, it sounds so glamorous and healthy right!?). We must have only been dating about 6 months or so. I decided to bring up the ‘angel feather conversation’ YET again.
I was sat on the middle of the stone staircase that led up to the apartment entrance way, much like the steps up to a NY ‘Brownstone’, chatting away at Mr S, dying to convince him of the wonder of Angel Feathers, and he, stood at the bottom of the stairway, about 5 feet back from the bottom step, was shooting his response back, “well, yes love, I can see how that is a lovely story, very nice of your Grandma to tell you lovely things like stories about Angel Feathers when you were a kid, but it is a fairytale”. Yes, he wasn’t convinced enough. Dang it.
I was desperate to PROVE I was right about the truth about Angel Feathers, and like most situations where there is a slight bit of confrontation, I sat there staring, open mouthed, not knowing what to say next – looking like an idiot (I like to think I look like I am structuring my next argument, but in reality I just look like a stupid fool when this happens).
Literally, 15 seconds after he had made that statement I said. “LOOK! If you don’t believe me, then what is THAT!? Is that NOT an Angel Feather”!?
Pointing to the empty space between us, 5 feet above our heads was a PURE WHITE ANGEL FEATHER, gracefully making its descent down from the sky.
The look on Mr S’ face was priceless.
Wildly grinning I gave him my “See, I told you so face”. Aren’t I a nice girl?
What blew us BOTH away that day was that I held out my hand for the feather. I called to it “come here”, it was 3 feet away from me, 5 feet up, OUTSIDE with a light breeze, and Mr S and I watched, utterly mesmerized as it floated, gently towards me, inched down and landed softly in the centre of my palm.
We have kept the exact same Angel Feather that convinced Mr S of the story, and all Angel Feathers since to fall into our path. The ’special feather’ however, the one that convinced my husband to be of the ‘story and miracle of Angel Feathers’, and both of us learnt that Angels listen, God listens, and that miracles can really happen.
It is currently trapped in a boring glass clip frame – just itching for something really special to display it. I just can’t think of HOW or WHAT would do it enough justice. I’d love some suggestions if you have them?
I am so glad we experienced that moment together so early in our relationship.
It taught us hope, it taught us faith, and it taught Mr S to believe me, always!
Have you had an experience with Angels or Angel Feathers?