tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3222875242698220321.post7493588135582641082..comments2023-10-19T00:32:33.610-07:00Comments on Michelle Saffran: messengersmichelle saffranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344626905079661099noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3222875242698220321.post-13457962003279487782012-03-10T05:04:34.581-08:002012-03-10T05:04:34.581-08:00When my first husband died I came to believe that ...When my first husband died I came to believe that the raven overhead that kept circling our land was Bob telling me all is well.Patriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10930611323691640824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3222875242698220321.post-79397295439922503752011-11-12T17:36:32.081-08:002011-11-12T17:36:32.081-08:00When my mom was in Hospice, I would sit outside ne...When my mom was in Hospice, I would sit outside near the water (the facility was on the coast) and there was often a large black bird sitting outside...<br /><br />I really enjoy that second image of yours and wonder how you made it...Mary Zompettihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12235367105397753716noreply@blogger.com