A sign from above

My Dad was a fox hunter.  The fox never got caught in a hunt, it was just pursued by the hounds for sport.  The gist of the hunt was to listen to the dogs bark as they chased the fox.  I was raised to believe that foxes were special and loved animals.  And oh so beautiful.  The red fox, not much surpasses that rich color and sleek body.  Getting a glimpse of a fox has always been special to me.  Last Friday, at a time that felt like a real low in my life I was heading out to my truck with a heavy heart.   As I trudged along I looked up to see an amazing red fox traveling slowly through the field across the road.  I stood in awe as he passed out of sight.   And as he disappeared I felt lighter, instantly more positive, having received the message "life is good, just look around and know things happen as they should".
My folks raised me to expect good things, but every now and then I still need some encouragement from them.  And once again, I got a sign from above.  And life is good.

 Betty

Than you for sharing in this little slice of my life