, over at Edenland has shared her belief (or perhaps, hope) that everyone is assigned a guardian angel. She also writes that a feather on our path are sign that an angel has been there. She has asked: Eden
"What's your own personal sign that things will be ok? That you're safe, in the world. That something or someone has your back."
I love to take part in Eden Memes, to see if my writing is up to the challenge of digging a little deeper than I normally do on this blog….so here goes…
Note: I’ve written that as my introduction so that you don’t think I’m completely crazy (or at least I’m not alone in my craziness) when I tell you about my ghost cat.
This may be hard to appreciate if you are not a cat person, but I have always grown up with cats around. It’s strange though because my mum always hated cats…so I think it must have been my dad’s doing…..
I think there is a certain type of person that is a cat person. One who is a little quiet, introspective, likes their own company. A person that can seem a little aloof, but really appreciates a good ‘scratch under the chin’, but only when they want it of course!
Cat’s are more than opportunistic ‘flea bags’. They are companions. My cat’s seem to know when I, or one of the kids are sick, they sort of stand guard, by hovering on the couch, or curled up on the end of the bed.
I was definitely a cat person type of child, especially when my dad left…..
Throughout my life, at times of stress, sadness, and heartbreak or even just times when I’m alone, I can feel the tell tale brush of a cats tail against my legs, or ‘feel’ a cat behind me. I reach around expecting to feel the warm soft fur, but there is nothing there. Sometimes I just assume my own cat is in the room with me, until I find him locked outside.
At first I was sure I was imagining it…..and I most probably am. But now I find that feeling comforting, a sign, almost like an old friend , just letting me know that they are there, specially for me…standing guard.
I have always loved the idea of guardian angles. I have always wondered if my sister, who passed away as a baby, is ‘out there’ watching over me and now my children. I wonder if my first miscarried baby is there with her.
As a scientist, I tend to think rationally and mostly believe that we are flesh and bones and pulses of electricity and hormones. But I don’t think this biological rationalaism fully explains love.… I really hope there is something more. I hope that the love we feel will continue after we’ve gone. Perhaps this love is carried in the hearts of the people we love, or perhaps the love is released out into the universe to stay with them, watch over them and protect them..... and when it's needed most….drop a feather…or…give you fleas J…
Pop over to Edenland and find out what other think about their *signs* . It's a fascinating read!!