Hi beautiful sis,

I'm sitting here by my white wooden desk thinking of you - how are you?

It's been a while since my last love-letter - and I just feel like sending you a thick envelope with hearts and crosses on the outside.

When you open it, there's a fiiiine white feather inside - just to remind you that you are guided and loved in these special times...

I found the feather among my notebooks. It's a very special one.

If you've read my first spiritual novel (Og jeg vågnede) you probably know why. I received it in the forest seven years ago - on one of those rare days when it feels like your world is falling apart. We'd just lost everything.

We were hugging, crying.

"Let's go for a walk in the forest - we always get answers there," I whispered into Steinar's chest.

And off we went hand in hand - to calm our beating hearts and flying minds...

An old whitehaired man walked towards us on the path. He acted kind of strange. When coming closer, he simply stepped aside and turned his back on us. As if he was hiding or just very shy. His energy was friendly though - so I didn't give it much thought.

We continued on into the green and quiet world and Steinar said: "If we could just see all the invisible helpers around us we wouldn't be scared..."

I looked down - and right there was a beautiful white feather.

I picked it up. Laughed. It was kind of funny. Then I looked ahead.

Every second step in front of us, a new little feather appeared. As if just fallen. We looked around - where's the bird? Nothing to see. Only this track of feathers.

We walked and walked. Every time the path divided, the feathers continued - but only on our favorite route. It went on for over half an hour. In the end, I just cried with gratitude. "Thank you, thank you," I whispered, filling my pockets with these fine white love notes. 

It felt like a sign. Like Universe was whispering to us: "No matter how hard things can seem - you are loved and guided on your path."

On the way out, the old man passed us again, again he avoided looking into our eyes. "He's a little strange, isn't he?" I said to Steinar.

"Who?", he said.

"The old man - he just passed again," I said.

"I didn't see him," Steinar said.

(Later I've heard, that angels coming in physical form, avoid looking in our eyes - not to be recognized...)

My love, I know this is quite a story - and you don't need to believe it - but to me it's an experience I'll always treasure in my heart. And now the feather is passed on to you. 

Keep it safe. And know that you're not alone. No matter what you're facing right now. 

Hugs and blessings

xx

 

P.s. Wanna meet one of my earth angels? On Sunday I'll have my beloved soul sister Anja Steensig, joining us for SOUL SISTER SUNDAY. I just love making myself a coffee at 9 am (Copenhagen time) And have a wonderful facebook-live-circle with my sisters every Sunday. Click JOIN at the event here to be reminded. And I'll see you for another magical morning.

P.P.S. I KNOW I write in English today (It's not just that I'm language-confused as usual ;)) I've decided to start writing in English in my love-letters as well - as my English audience is growing fast and it's just to much work to do write in both languages - even if I loooove my Danish language. (And of course, I'll always write my books in Danish and have them translated, that's for sure.) I know English can be a challenge for a few of you, and I'm sorry for that - it might serve you to just copy the text and use google translate.

 

 

 

 

 

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