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Post by Mysti on Jul 8, 2007 8:10:29 GMT -5
One day I was walking...saw a glint in the distance that caught my eye. Before me lay a feather as perfect in shape as if it had been dropped there especially for me to find. I held this feather in my hands inspecting it both front and back watching the sunlight dance off it. It occured to me that although I didnt have any idea which bird once wore it in it's wing...how lovely that bird must be. When I was young...I inspected nature with this same apprieciation. I was very intrigued by everything I could smell, touch or appreciate in the wood and field next to my homeplace. I spent many hours just walking and inspecting the beauty just under my feet, sky, and wood. The shape of leaves, color of insects, how the world around me simply seemed magical. How our perspective changes as we hurry though our lives. I wonder...if the feather was just a sign to remember all the wonderful exploritive memories I had as a child and to apprieciate and pay attention once again...much as I did as a child. How simple life had been back then...when I was young....and the world, earth, sky, animals/birds all seemed so magical and wonderous. Since I found that one feather...I have found many many more. They are all different and unique...a testament perhaps the the variety most overlook. Poetic
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