“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
Since I was a very young girl I have gathered feathers of all kinds...raven, crow, magpie, gull, robin and swallow...but my favorite is a hawk feather I was gifted several years ago. And last year I began painting vibrantly coloured and patterned paintings of feathers which I am absolutely in love with, as well as the lovely poem by Emily Dickinson. And so, this week I am thankful for feathers in all shapes, colours and sizes.
Honouring the Ancestors
Great Places Plan