When I spy a feather
I think of many things
I think of far away friends
Delicate life
Creation
Jim Morrison
His poetry
Bird of Prey
I think of the people who have already gone before us
I think of the ocean
writing messages in the sand with the seagull’s feather
I think of grace
I think of love
I think of the dove
I think of the egret
It’s amazing how those feathers give birds flight
God is pretty awesome
Remember we have feathers too
We just have to remember to use them
They are gifts
Back from a break. It was so nice. It’s always hard to get back into the groove you know. I’m working at it.
I’m glad you’re back, looks like you had a good time – and loving the shoes! 🙂
beautiful words, tracie!
Welcome back. So glad you had a good break!