I am a truly simple woman.
Broken, perhaps by not so simple things and silence. So where does one go when you have no place
to go, don’t know where you are going and your heart’s GPS is stuck on “Recalculating”? I do not know. And so I walked. The heron again took flight. The morning breeze, sun and grassy whispies
danced. A tree offered her reflection in
the lake. A squirrel again stopped to
chat. A fish jumped out of the water and
splashed. And as I knelt to whisper to
the whispies, there in the grass, a solid white feather surrendered herself.
So where do you go when you have no place to go, do not know
where you are going? I do not know. If I get there, I’ll let you know. Or perhaps, better yet, …. I’ll send a
feather.
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