Does the bird notice that this feather has been shed?
Does the shrub notice that the feather is resting there?
Does the wind notice as it blows past?
Yet in it's insignificance there is beauty and a contrast with the shrub that will live on for many more seasons.
It reminds me of the things that we try to hold on to and for courage to let them go and risk that they may not return.
Love, real love, true love, sacrificial love.
signed, with a kiss.
