While strolling the tranquil streets of Katoomba one lazy weekend, browsing through quaint shops and enjoying the lack of agenda, I perused through a card stand of a cute little cottage transformed into a nick-knack boutique. I was opening cards and giggling to myself at the punch lines and quirky messages enclosed.

I read the front of one card and opened it, smiling, ready to be amused, as a tiny white feather gently fell before me, delicately swaying in the breeze until it landed at my feet.

At first, I thought this was a part of the cards punchline. However, when I read the inside tagline, there was no connection. I continued my lazy saunter to the other side of the street where I stumbled across a natural health store. Always an interest to me, so I meandered in. There was a clairvoyant in the back area of the shop. She asked me, ‘Do you see feathers?’

I was astonished at this question as moments ago, I would have answered no; but having just sighted one in such a peculiar way on the other side of the street, I responded, ‘Actually, I just did. It fell out of a card across the road as I was reading it.’

As the lady smiled gently at me, she informed me that this was how my son that passed away communicated with me.

Wow! I was amazed at all that had transpired in my quiet reflective day.

I found another feather inside my room later that day and now have a little collection of feathers that sit on my vanity. All of which came to me in bizarre ways. I do not follow birds and pluck their feathers or find them in obvious places such us under trees, their presence is always unexpected.

The week of the anniversary of my son’s passing, I found two unique feathers in my home. One was an opaque green with splashes of white, which was resting beside my bed.

I discovered it as I was crying, sitting on the edge of my bed, allowing the pain of my loss of Braith run through me. He was letting me know he was with me. The other I found in my family room while playing with Banjo; this was also days before Braith’s anniversary and moments after Banjo had advised me he too wanted to find feathers — I believe this one was for him.