And so it begins. The finding of feathers. This is what Taos does. One of many things. In this case, before I even get there. Feathers appear. And appear. And again. Carrying with them messages of comfort and caring.
There are angels among us. Always. But in Taos, where the veil is whisper-thin, their presence is especially palpable.
For winged and feathered companions on the journey, I am so very grateful.