If I told you how much magic appeared, how generous the Universe was to us on this trip, I suspect you might have doubt. The rational might scoff and use a word like coincidence, but I’ll tell you anyhow. At our feet every day were angel wings and feathers, each carrying their own messages about life unfolding before us. There were heart shape rocks, a tidal wave of shells, a dolphin sighting, butterflies saved from the surf, a repeated happenstance of words and themes, and a double rainbow. We walked down the beach with a Great Blue Heron, spotted a pair of rare crested caracaras in the dunes. And just when we thought we’d had our share, a feather would appear as if from thin air.
We were blessed a hundred times over.