March 16, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
|One feather: lost by bird, found by human.|
Near a wooded path in the sunlight lay a white feather with a long white rachis, a vane somewhat separated like uncombed hair, its patterned barbs separated here and there, curved as if they were preparing to take flight without a body. This feather might be one of 1,000 or more feathers from a seagull and might have lined a nest if it hadn’t been lost. I am glad the bird shared its beauty with me.
I like to think that this avian gift was left for a soulmate, one with soaring dreams, one who likes to be tickled with ideas. When I think of what else could have dropped near my path, I am happy that the best part of this bird landed there.
“The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.” ~ Emily Dickinson
My gift today is a feather.
> DAY 98 Going the Distance
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