During the evening walk, there was a feather on the ground ahead of me. The feather was shining to me in my third eye. It was an unusual feather because it was a brand-new owl’s feather. I usually don’t pick up any feather, so I told my husband I wouldn’t pick it up right now, but if it stayed at the same place on our second walking lap, I would consider it as a gift to me and thankfully receive it. Then on our second lap, it was still laying at the same place, so I gracefully pick it up. Thank you to my family spirits to provide me a wonderful gift. I consider this as a gift from an owl, not just a material gift, but more like a spiritual meaningful gift with the message to me.
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