🕊️ Not Every Sign Has Wings — Some Arrive Exactly When Our Heart Does.
Las Vegas isn’t the kind of place where you stumble across gentle wildlife.
We have neon, pavement, noise, transplants — not quiet moments that feel like they were placed on purpose.
But yesterday stopped me in my tracks.
I’d been working on a tribute for my grandmother’s 100th heavenly birthday, trying to put into words the weight and warmth of a woman who grew beauty with her bare hands. I cried, typed, erased, breathed. I even bought her a cupcake — one candle for a century she didn’t get to celebrate here with me.
I walked into the store without expectation.
Just tired. Full. Unsteady.
I drifted toward the floral section the way you move toward memory.
I always check for clearance plants — the ones that need rescuing.
But before I could, the florist waved me over and said:
“You need to see this.”
And there it was —
a white pigeon standing still in the middle of the flower buckets.
Calm. Present. Completely out of place.
As if it wasn’t lost at all — just waiting.
On her day.
Her 100th.
While I was actively writing the words I wished she could hear.
I don’t pretend to know how signs work.
I don’t need to name it a miracle or proof or anything larger than it was.
But I know what it felt like — and it felt like a hello.
Maybe signs don’t always come with wings in motion.
Maybe they don’t soar or land dramatically or arrive like feathers falling from heaven.
Maybe sometimes they simply coexist with us, quietly, in a grocery store aisle full of flowers that look like memory, waiting for us to pause long enough to see.
Some love doesn’t disappear — it just changes form.
Sometimes it looks like a bird standing where your grief can find it.
Some signs don’t fly.
Some wait.
Yesterday I noticed.
If you’ve ever had a sign like this, tell me yours. 🤍🕊️
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#IfYouKnowYouKnow #GriefAndGrace #PeoniesForever #Grandmoth
