Stories of signs and symbols.
I would only be painting half a picture
if I didn’t include the stranger sightings —
the omens
that began appearing once I stepped onto my herbal path.
It started with a knock on the window.
A small bird.
Insistent.
Deliberate.
Since then, I’ve become more attuned to life around me —
especially the birds.
I’ve noticed patterns.
Things I’d never seen before.
And it’s piqued my attention.
This is where I share some of those observations:
subtle signs, odd timings,
moments that felt like more than coincidence.
I know I’m not alone in this.
If you’ve had signs show up at just the wrong — or exactly the right — moment,
I’d love to hear about them.
For me. The whispers started [HERE].
