My post of 15th of April mentioned that my wife was stranded in Germany because of the volcanic ash situation over most of Europe.
On Friday the airline told my wife they had a flight for her - on June 1st. Needless to say she was none to pleased, to say the least. Especially when they said the flight could not be re-booked.
I wasn't too sure what to do so I went to the airline's website and saw that there was a flight for Saturday - but only one seat remained. As I couldn't get in touch with the airline by phone - they were constantly engaged - I booked this flight online. My wife was very pleased when I spoke to her on the phone. She was desperate to get home.
Now we'll get to the nitty gritty of this post! It's about signs and whether sometimes we read too much into things we notice - or maybe the opposite is true.
After having completed the airline booking I went for a walk. Outside of my front door was a pure white feather. I have mentioned white feathers in previous posts and how, for my wife and I, they are a symbolic positive sign.
I placed the feather on the red chair inside the front porch of our house.
I walked up the valley where I live and saw a piece of wood in the road (photo top right). It was a cross section of a tree which must have been cut down, though I couldn't see from where.
For some reason I picked up this piece of wood (it looked like it had a happy smile!) and put it into my coat pocket. I had no idea what use it would be.
When I returned home the feather was still on the red chair and I looked at the wood. I laughed to myself that it was a bit like Iceland, where the volcano that was causing all of the problems was situated.
Then I noticed something else - there looked to be the shape of a volcano spouting ash or something on the wood (photo left).
So, were the feather and the piece of wood symbols that my wife would return home safely and on time?
The next day I found out. I had to drive to London to meet her plane, which is around 300 miles from where I live.
It was a glorious day, everything went perfectly. The journey, her flight (which was actually early) and the drive back to Cornwall where we live was also perfect.
The only odd thing was that, when we arrived home in the early hours of the morning (3am), the feather was no longer on the red chair. It had disappeared.
Strange. But maybe it's possible to read too much into symbols and signs ... but there again ...