Spirit never fails to amaze me with unexpected synchronicities.
I just returned from a trip to Sweden, where I completed the task of bringing my husband's ashes back to his home country and family.
Eight hours into the 10-hour flight, I had to get up and walk around. Out of the 300 passengers, the only person I was guided to chat with was a young man standing in the galley area.
As we introduced ourselves, I discovered this Belgian man's last name was remarkably similar to my first name.
Mr. de Bie and I talked for a couple hours, and I felt inspired to tell him about my deceased husband and the ashes.
Surprisingly, he was returning home to retrieve the ashes of his deceased mother later that day. We shared our stories of how they have made their presence known to us through the repeated appearance of birds and feathers.
As I am writing this, I am smiling as I see the wings of the Angels, the wings of the birds, and the wings of the airplane.
If I would have looked closer that day...I probably would have seen Mr. de Bie's wings!