The Feather

Two weeks ago I found a slender black feather in my pocket, one of many feathers I've collected over the years. Rather than keep it, it felt right to let it go. I placed it in my backyard.

This past weekend while cleaning up after the rains, I spied in the pebbles at my backdoor the feather, still slender and black and oh, so beaten up, but still a feather.

I am grateful to this feather for reminding me that no matter how beaten we feel or become, our spirits weather the storm because our hearts hold the power of love.

-Dawn! Imagine, Embody and Embrace the Shift! 5/10/10