This card showed up for me this morning, and oh, it didn’t just speak—it knocked.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
Two sparrows landed on the screen of my kitchen window. They looked right at me through the hum of my little fan. Then again—moments later—at my bathroom window. Two messengers, feathered and fierce in their softness. Looking in, looking at me.
Then I remembered the dream I had before I woke.
