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Walking in the field I find a feather.   I always start by circling the field but then I head in different directions across it so when I find a feather it’s always unexpected. I started collecting them and putting them in a pot on the deck.  Life is very unpredictable, there are many things I don’t believe in and there are many things I cannot explain.  I do believe in angels, not the kind portrayed in religious drawings. If I did, since I only find black or dark gray feathers, I’d be in trouble with the underworld.  I pick up the feather and know in my heart that I will be getting a message from someone or that I will find out something I need to know.  It’s not always good news because living life brings joy, sorrow, pain, partings, discoveries that is what makes us grow personally.  I look at the feather like a gift because it opens my heart to my sorrow because I associate birds and feathers with my parents and my sister in law.  Tears run down my cheeks and I am grateful for the love I feel for the ones I have lost.  This light feather helps me carry the grief that comes in waves, its symbol comforts me.   I wipe my eyes and look around at the natural world. It surrounds me, I can feel the power it has on me like a delicate and generous embrace.

Nature always makes me feel better, alive, it brings back my smile.  It opens me up to all the experiences life has to offer.  I feel grateful for who I am, for what I have lived, for all the things I have lived and learned during all its seasons.  Nature brings me back to myself, it shows me what I am a part of, that I should never feel alone, that I belong.  I feel calm, at peace with myself and my surroundings.

I like to find feathers. When one presents itself on the ground waiting for me to pick it up, I feel blessed by it. I love birds so a feather is a gift from them.  Balto or I could easily trample them, but somehow we never do.  Even though I know it might not be something I want to hear or really need to know, a feather helps me be prepared for it.  It is nice to be forewarned, to expect the unexpected, that’s life.

May your feathers help you in your journey!