Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Gentleness...the whisper of a feather.

While walking in the early morning frost I came across a very tiny white feather. It whispered to me...be gentle, we are fragile, go slow.

I bent down to get a closer look. It was so small, so delicate, so soft. As I continued on my walk I found myself taking my time, being at rest in my soul, and thought about how hurried life is around me being the last week before Christmas.

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson

And I wanted to share this with you. This whisper of hope. If you are in a hurry, slow down. If you are fretting, let go. We are all fragile. We can slow down and be gentle with ourselves and one another. We can take the time to be calm and give.
Allow yourself to enjoy these holydays. Breath in whatever goodness surrounds you and smile.

As I continued to walk, I came across another tiny white feather laying on the frosted ground.
It whispered again.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. ~Lao Tzu


May the feather whisper to you too. All is calm.


*This is a Repost from December 20, 2011.

*photos~ feather watercolors by amber alexander, owl feathers by Peter Sommers, white owl photos google.