Housesitting a quaint little cabin in the forest, I didn’t expect to find a large blue feather lying on the windowsill. My heart fluttered when I saw it, suddenly remembering the little experiment a new friend had encouraged me to make, after sharing some of his own lessons he had learned in Hawaii. He had suggested a couple of weeks before my own journey to Hawaii to envision a blue feather and allow it to come to me.
I went home and held my vision for a while, waiting for a blue feather to magically appear. Every time a Stellar’s Jay announced its presence, I wondered, maybe it would gift me with one of it’s beautiful blue feathers. But that didn’t happen! However a very special poem written by Joyce Rupp found me instead.
Getting caught up in my intense and powerful journey of untethering and discovering, I forgot all about it, both the feather and the poem…until now, when least expected I saw the large blue feather shining on the special cloth on the window sill altar.
Remembering the poem as I held the feather in my hand I felt prompted to share it with you now. As the sun is beckoning me to go outside and explore and be, I send out this beautiful poem with so much love in my heart dedicating it to all my sisters out there and to the Divine Feminine in this time of deep inner awakening….
A Small, Soft Feather
by Joyce Rupp
a small, soft feather,
still warm
from bluebird’s wing,
falls onto the receptive
forest floor.
lightly it lands
under a thick-branched oak;
quietly it waits,
unnoticed, unattended,
until a sister of earth pauses,
beckoned by a flutter
of unseen energy.
she bows her kindled heart
stoops ever so slowly,
and the remnant of the blue bird
comes home
to her generous hand.
days later another earth sister
opens an envelope;
resting inside, waiting,
is the blue of sky
in shape of a feather.
from warm wing
to great oak,
to earth sister
to friend,
comes the soft blue signal,
and in a sparkle of recognition
a woman, weighed down
with too many wants,
remembers how to fly.
Drawing Back The Curtain 