Discerning feather

[Guest guest]

All:

Along the canal, I met head-on the cyclist who I had yelled at the morning of my

departure to Manitoba, a few weeks ago. We looked each other square in the eye,

acknowledge one another with a head nod, and said a welcoming " good morning " . I

few meters further I noticed a beautiful white feather floating. It was rather

large-the size of both of my hands, and certainly not a feather I would

typically see along the canal. (Crane feather??) You would have no idea what

feathers throughout my journey have meant to me…and to see something so majestic

before me had my mind and heart racing. I stopped running and charted its

course, felt mesmerized by it, and so ran further up the canal until finding a

dead tree branch. I broke off the extra limbs, and with branch in hand jogged my

way back to the feather. It bumped up along the edge of the canal from where I

was standing, but the embankment was much too steep, and I had to catch my

balance as the gravel crumbled underneath my foot. I actually contemplated

taking my shoes off and jumping into the canal. As it continued to float

downstream it moved towards the center and certainly far from any reach. A

thought in my head said " you are heading in the wrong direction " …and so I began

my jog again, retracing my steps, with large tree branch in hand, and the sun

beginning to rise in the East. I looped around the canal and headed North. I

was thinking that pretty soon I'm going to be seen as that crazy woman who runs

along the canal and shovels out vandalized owl dens, moos at the cows, yells at

cyclists, and runs with tree branches. On this side were three steps which I

climbed down. And on the third step, there I waited, with branch in hand, and

the sunrise at my back. Sure enough this beautiful feather came floating by and

just as I was about to reach out my stick to snag it, I had this grandmotherly

voice/thought " this is a test of discernment; you need to let it go; it's not

for you to hold on to, by doing so it will never make its way to others. " And

so there I stood with tree branch in my left hand, and tears pooling in my eyes,

as I wished the feather a joyful and loving and healing journey. I felt my heart

crack and shatter and experienced the sunrise being cast through and around me,

literally infusing this beautiful feather with its light. It was so difficult

to watch it float by, probably one of the hardest things, and yet I felt a deep

love and trust in myself and excited for the feather and its journey.

 

Deep breath...

 

Love

Danielle

[Guest guest]

Danielle,

Just last week I got a glance at a beautiful white crane sweeping up out of the

canal as I drove by. It was a magnificant sight to see!!!

 

Beautiful writing,

 

Laura

 

 

, " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon wrote:

>

> All:

> Along the canal, I met head-on the cyclist who I had yelled at the morning of

my departure to Manitoba, a few weeks ago. We looked each other square in the

eye, acknowledge one another with a head nod, and said a welcoming " good

morning " . I few meters further I noticed a beautiful white feather floating. It

was rather large-the size of both of my hands, and certainly not a feather I

would typically see along the canal. (Crane feather??) You would have no idea

what feathers throughout my journey have meant to me…and to see something so

majestic before me had my mind and heart racing. I stopped running and charted

its course, felt mesmerized by it, and so ran further up the canal until finding

a dead tree branch. I broke off the extra limbs, and with branch in hand jogged

my way back to the feather. It bumped up along the edge of the canal from

where I was standing, but the embankment was much too steep, and I had to catch

my balance as the gravel crumbled underneath my foot. I actually contemplated

taking my shoes off and jumping into the canal. As it continued to float

downstream it moved towards the center and certainly far from any reach. A

thought in my head said " you are heading in the wrong direction " …and so I began

my jog again, retracing my steps, with large tree branch in hand, and the sun

beginning to rise in the East. I looped around the canal and headed North. I

was thinking that pretty soon I'm going to be seen as that crazy woman who runs

along the canal and shovels out vandalized owl dens, moos at the cows, yells at

cyclists, and runs with tree branches. On this side were three steps which I

climbed down. And on the third step, there I waited, with branch in hand, and

the sunrise at my back. Sure enough this beautiful feather came floating by and

just as I was about to reach out my stick to snag it, I had this grandmotherly

voice/thought " this is a test of discernment; you need to let it go; it's not

for you to hold on to, by doing so it will never make its way to others. " And

so there I stood with tree branch in my left hand, and tears pooling in my eyes,

as I wished the feather a joyful and loving and healing journey. I felt my heart

crack and shatter and experienced the sunrise being cast through and around me,

literally infusing this beautiful feather with its light. It was so difficult

to watch it float by, probably one of the hardest things, and yet I felt a deep

love and trust in myself and excited for the feather and its journey.

>

> Deep breath...

>

> Love

> Danielle

>