Wind Embodied by Beauty
Feathers allow birds to fly. They can fly, taking our prayers with them. Feathers remind me of life, of death, of hope, of lightness, of the light, the upper realm, the sky-realm, of spirit and my path. This feather, with it's pattern of black and white -- darkness and light -- especially reminds me that in each of us, there must be both: there must exist in our hearts the capacity to love others ... and to love ourselves.
3 comments:
Stunning visual, lovely words.
How very beautiful, just the barest whisper of a feather.
Really love this, M!
Elégance des courbes et des nuances de gris ...
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