“These magnificent birds are pure love. How else could they have evolved into such beautiful beings that can fly, if not for their desire to reach God and the Heavens and to spread love over the earth? I believe winged migration has as much to do with spreading love as climate change. When I see one of these amazing birds fly in and land I feel a wave of love I know could only have come from God.”

When I think of you every day I picture you there in your lovely enchanted garden, your little piece of Heaven on earth. I’m sure the many Angels who live there with you are as happy as the trees, plants, buds, blossoms and sweet birds and critters who bask in the love that surrounds and sustains them in your garden.

When seated at my desk I look out my window and see a pond and an oak tree surrounded by pink Azalea blossoms and orange Aloe blossoms. Often I see Big Bird Blue the Great Blue Heron, or Woody the Wood Stork, or Little Pete the Snowy White Egret or Edgar the Great White Egret, looking back at me with great interest and curiosity. Thirty or more White Ibis’ stop by often to sun themselves outside my window, but they don’t purposely look in to see me as the other birds do.

These magnificent birds are pure love. How else could they have evolved into such beautiful beings that can fly, if not for their desire to reach God and the Heavens and to spread love over the earth? I believe winged migration has as much to do with spreading love as climate change. When I see one of these amazing birds fly in and land I feel a wave of love I know could only have come from God.