"...A feather on the ground--
The wind sound--"
Last night I dreamt I was holding a bouquet of blue/violet feathers I had found, dozens perhaps, and in that instant, bounding across the yard greeting me, came my golden boys...such joy. It was snowing and yet everything had such a glow of warmth. The details so vivid. How I treasure their visits. Today this gem of a book arrived and instantly triggered the memory of those vivid blue feathers spread out like a fan in my hands. The timing of things often feels so orchestrated in such a divine way. 💙