Earthly Signs and Heavenly Echoes
Earthly Signs and Heavenly Echoes
A true story told as sacred fiction
The morning began the way many others had—with warm coffee in hand and the quiet stillness of dawn pressing gently against the windows. But something in the air felt different today. A hush, a softness. As if the veil between worlds had thinned, just enough to let the messengers through.
Looking skyward, she saw them—two great blue herons, wings wide and slow, soaring overhead like ancient symbols etched in the sky. They didn’t just pass by; they carried something—a silent grace, a reminder of inner stillness in motion. She watched, heart stirred by their beauty, and felt the familiar stirrings of Spirit whispering, “You are being carried, as well.”
Moments later, two bluebirds danced at the feeder, as if they knew she was watching. Their presence was playful yet precise—delivering joy, anchoring truth. Their tiny bodies carried messages from the unseen, gently affirming the conversation she had just begun in her heart.
Then, almost like a flicker of sunshine caught in flight, came the goldfinch. Stunning, vibrant. It was a long time since witnessing her absolute favorite bird to see. Its beauty lit something inside her—the part that had dimmed a little under worry or fatigue. It reminded her she is still shining. And the goldfinch was a gift of pure beauty.
But it was the bright red cardinal that truly pierced the moment—its crimson feathers catching her breath. It paused long enough for its energy to meet hers, and she felt it: a wave of loving presence. A message without words. A nudge to keep going. She could feel its energy and presence of gentle power.
And then… she knew.
Her father was near.
Not in the old form, but as energy—warm, calm, steady. He didn’t say much. He didn’t need to.
“It’s going to be okay,” he told her.
And just like that, something softened.
With her heart full, she turned inward again, asking—quietly, clearly—for support from her guides. For her wellbeing. For the wellbeing of others. For the strength to walk her new path with grace.
And as if in answer to her prayer, there, almost hidden in the dew-kissed grass, sat a sweet little bunny. Still, watchful. A symbol of new life, soft hope, and the courage to grow without impatience. Without fear! What’s that like?
The day had barely begun, and yet it had already spoken:
She had done so much inner reflecting.
She was ready.
She was not alone.
She was not guessing.
She was receiving—and always had been.
Rev. Sharon Kachel
