Happy Sunday!
Have you ever asked for signs?
A sign you’re with the right person.
A sign you need to quit your job or change your career.
A sign to move across the globe.
A sign that you—or a loved one—will make it through an illness, or worse.
Just a simple sign that you’re on the right path in life.
Recently, I’ve been doing a lot more meditation—guided meditations (some I listen to at bedtime), short meditations throughout the day, and intuitive videos. I still enjoy paranormal stories and audiobooks, but I’ve dialed those back in favor of more intuitive content.
Why am I sharing this?
Because lately… I’ve started receiving little signs sprinkled throughout my weeks.
Have you ever heard the saying, “When a feather appears, angels are near”?
That’s something I’ve always felt was true. It’s happened before, but recently it’s become more obvious.
Just the other day, I walked out to get the mail and paused to check on my plant on the front porch. She was fine—there was nothing on the porch but the mat and the plant. On my way back in, I glanced again—and there it was: a beautiful, decently sized feather right on the mat.
I picked it up, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and said,
“Thank you.”
To me, that was a sign.
Sometimes it’s feathers.
Sometimes it’s a special sequence of numbers.
Sometimes it’s someone (not an AI snooping on your thoughts) who says something that directly answers a question, sparks an idea, or touches your heart in a way that feels divine—like the words were meant for you.
Some moments you just know were meant to find you.
There are many who believe they receive signs from loved ones who’ve passed.
Yes—I’m one of them.
Growing up, my Great-Grandparents were the ones who always showed up for me. In fact, they helped save my life a few times. When I was born, I needed a life-saving procedure my parents couldn’t afford. Had it not been done, I would’ve either died or been extremely mentally handicapped. My Great-Grandfather paid for it.
Later, when they discovered I was being abused by my stepfather, they did everything they could to protect me. Eventually, they had to pay him to leave me with them—just to keep me safe.
My Great-Grandfather was my hero. When he died, my world shattered. I cried every night for many months, until I was told to stop.
Well, my Great-Grandfather used to smoke a pipe with black cherry tobacco, a smell I loved as a child—and still do. One day, as an adult, I was in my apartment alone—no candles, no perfumes, nothing unusual. And suddenly, the faint scent of black cherry pipe tobacco surrounded me.
I knew it was him.
I knew he was hugging me.
Then after my Great-Grandmother passed, she came to me in a few dreams—comforting ones. One let me know they were together and okay, wherever they were. Another helped me make a difficult decision.
So yes—I’m a big believer in signs.
Signs from loved ones.
Signs from angels.
Signs from the Universe, God, Goddess—or whatever higher force you believe in.
It doesn’t matter the name.
What matters is this:
We receive signs—we just have to allow ourselves to be open enough to notice them.
I’ve ignored a sign before. I ended up wrecking my car almost immediately.
So… lesson learned.
Listen for the sign.
See the sign.
Acknowledge the sign.
Be grateful for the sign.
Simple steps. Powerful results.
Now, I’m going to end here and go continue editing Dangerous Desires (which is harder than you’d think!).
Till next time, may your days be filled with hugs, love, laughter, and many blessings.
Oh—and here’s your sign. 🥰
We are Creatively Unlimited! 
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