The dear Joanna Rowan Mullane of Raven's Feather has blessed me with a vintage book to cherish and to bring me the muses' whispers. I thank-you Joanna, I am so thankful. There are times when something sacred is shown to you and you can see it in your arms while you stand filled with gratitude and humbled by the raven's giving ways. This is one of those times. I feel with this as Noah, in The Notebook, does...
That I will become like an "explorer in the mysteries of the mind, and I will learn, bumbling and slow, but learning nonetheless what has to be done. And I will learn what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I will learn that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks... on good days..."
The creator of my magic flight and these ethereal collages above has such a fantastic range of abilities and sends them out to the Universe with such love. I am grateful. I fly holding softly the shiny soft feathers and am carried to faerytales to be had, dreams to come true, and I am carried by kindness.
I am lifted. Thanks for the magic feather and your generosity that brought me here.