good tidings

i caught a feather midair yesterday.  it was in full helicopter on it's way down, it's host most likely being an allusive mourning dove (whom i did not see).   just out of the corner of my eye i saw that little grey white feather twirling its way rapidly to the ground.  my save felt a bit like an ultimate frisbee move, but hey, it's not everyday that you get to catch a feather midair.  folklore even says it means that you've been visited by an angel.   and since i know an awful lot of angels,  i stuck that feather in my hat and took it as a sign of good tidings to come.


  1. my brother has much to say about catching a feather...or a leaf...mid fall. you are indeed a lucky lady. and a hell of a hat maker.