Feathers are magick! They are soft yet rigid, delicate yet strong. They can wing away in flight or line a nest in preparation for new life.
They hold the essence of the avian who made it and express our written words on a page.
Gorgeous as a whole but the small filaments that make up the feather are magnificent.
A feather reminds me we are made up of many parts. It also shows me how to hold duality. I can be open yet have boundaries. I can soften and still be strong.