I walk every morning. As I bow, everyone applaud. Thank you very much. (I hurt my shoulder patting myself on the back.)
Since I take the same route each day, I look around to keep myself occupied because exercise just doesn’t thrill me and make me all gooey like it does other people. I do it for my health. I do it for my sanity. I do it to keep the oxygen flowing to the little gray cells.
I noticed lately that there are an abundance of gray pigeon feathers on the ground. They are on both sides of the street, on the sidewalks, in the grass and stuck in bushes. This is not normal.
I picked one up to examine it more closely and heard my mother’s voice tell me not to play with the dirty, disease ridden thing. Being the brat that I have always been, I stroked it from point to tip then wiped my face. I have not died, mom.
The feather reminded me of a morning winter sky, bluish gray but soft and tranquil, promising a downy drift of snow. The shaft supported barbs that fit together so perfectly that the vanes felt like cashmere. I held the small wonder in my left hand as I thought about the possible meanings of this plethora of pinions.
Then Cody interrupted my reverie by taking a dump. Being the good neighbor that I am, I scooped the poop into a plastic grocery bag (I reuse and recycle, more applause, please.) After concentrating on not getting any stuff on me, I realized I totally mangled the plume. I threw it to the ground in disgust.
Feathers mean flight, freedom and fancy, maybe not to the birds that lost them, but to me that’s what they mean. In American Indian lore and dream interpretation, feathers mean prosperity and success. An era of lightheartedness, ease and comfort fast approaches.
And somewhere their are a lot of little, naked pigeons who don't feel so lucky ....ReplyDelete
Seriously -- I found several pigeon feathers in my driveway the other day. I just thought a neighborhood cat had squab for dinner. Now I am wondering .... Are you certain they are pigeon feathers? Maybe it is angel molting season?
It's the little things like this, that make my day. Thanks for sharing this. :)ReplyDelete
Went to a pow wow in Connecticut yesterday. Now lets speak of feathers! So colorful and bright. Hope to to able to post a picture. Not sure if I was able to capture the beauty on my old camera. "Hope" springs eternal.ReplyDelete
Quilly: At first I thought of cats, too, but we live in a dog neighborhood, and the feathers were one here, one there, not in a clump the way cats do it. Why I didn’t think of Angels is beyond me, since I have a couple looking out for me. I must be stressing nthem out with all of my whining. I’ll have to apologize.ReplyDelete
Dabich: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed.
Pauline: I’d love to see pictures. We have a big Powhaten Renape Festival coming up Columbus weekend that we will be attending.
So that's where my feathers went! :)ReplyDelete
Some of my best pets were birds. I couldn't stand getting their wings clipped, so I stopped. It was hard as hell to get them back in their cages, but since I treated them right, they'd just come and go as they pleased.ReplyDelete
so today I have a gift 4U
a little piece of Peace
somewhere out there is a pigeon bloodbath.ReplyDelete
A lovely story--well, except for the Cody part, that is. ;-) And I applaud you. I'm not keen on exercise either, and I so wish I had your dedication to doing it anyway.ReplyDelete
What does American Indian lore and dream interpretation tell us about Cody's dump?ReplyDelete
Can you read tea leaves?ReplyDelete
I don't know alot about indian dream lore but my gramma used to read our tea leaves and I always thought that was very cool.
Jenn: Do you need them back or are you trying to tell me something?ReplyDelete
Grunty: Where we used to live, the people behind us had big birds that they put out on the back porch each Sunday morning (very early.) Everyone hated the noise they made, but somehow I found them comforting.
Q: That was fun. Thanks.
Guggs: I looked, didn’t find one. I think I live in a pigeon nudist colony.
Caryn: It’s the only health related thing I can seem to manage so I’m holding on for dear life.
Mr. Fab: Every wise person will tell you that without a clean colon, the rest of the body ain’t shit.
Logo: I do not read tea leaves, but I do read Tarot. All of which are just ways of tapping into our Jungian collective consciousness and our own subconcious.
Prosperity and success indeed! A daily walk is good for the body and the soul, and the feathers are a good omen.ReplyDelete
No, no....I didn't realise I was moulting when flying over your part of the world to check up on you.ReplyDelete
Please, by all means, keep them, with my love.
*Feathers mean flight, freedom and fancy,*(ReplyDelete
well put..indeed they do...freedom!
All I can picture is the little Pixar short, "For the Birds"-ReplyDelete
from my observations of city traffic, one truck + one pigeon = several blocks coated in feathers.ReplyDelete
You know Nessa, I just thought of Emily Dickinson. Maybe what you saw was hope.ReplyDelete
Hope is the thing with feathers...
Feathers may mean prosperity and success, but pigeon feathers can only mean those filthy disgusting horrible creatures are nearby, and that can ONLY be a bad thing.ReplyDelete
I think the world did end. If it were still turning I am certain you would have posted.ReplyDelete
nice morning peaceful feel to this post. trasported me to a dewy place.
Nessa? Everything OK?ReplyDelete
Don't be a stranger, now...
Nessa? Yoohoo? We're starting to worry here.ReplyDelete