There's just something about finding feathers. Something symbolic.
Something that pulls me into a moment.
Holds me weightless.
Air and wind wrap around me.
Stripping my mind of yesterday.
Pulling string and strand of anything that hurt.
Suspended.
A bird diving, only to soar.
Brushing belly against mountain and sky.
As far away from sound... as its wings will carry.
Beautiful Ashley. The more you write, the more of you I see, and it's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brandi.
DeleteI'm glad that this has become a place that makes me feel free to share exactly that which I'm feeling.
xo
so well-spoken, so beautiful and raw.
ReplyDeleteThank you, foxtrot.
DeleteI'm so glad I have this space to share.
Finding a feather is a gift.
ReplyDeleteI pick one up daily.
The small feather was so exciting- bright blue, iridescent sides! You know- the desert mostly just provides a lot of dove when you're positioned so far into a city. The wrens are playing today. They know no time, but the present.
DeleteFeathers for Umber.
ReplyDeleteI hope she feels the love.
I'm sure you find the most amazing feathers! Positioned out int the wilds of it all.
ReplyDeleteI'm planning good trips North this spring!
Also hiking Havasupai in February! Yippe!!