You would think, given the number of birds that share our world, that finding a feather would be a common thing. But it’s not. It’s really quite special to come across one. It marks the day. The moment seems to hold some unspoken message about the connections between things.
When you find a feather, it feels as if you have been given a gift, as if it was put exactly there, where you would find it. It whispers to you of your ability to fly above the day’s cares, to reach for the skies, to be free. It whispers to you that you are loved,
That’s why I keep them and prize them as rare jewels.