I adore the image of "soft white feathers coming out of the person’s mouth. Yes, if we could all think this way then goodness would weave into everything, I'm sure. Thank you for your words this morning, Prue. Always lovely to catch up with your writings.💚🙏🏻🌱
I remain fascinated that just when I need to read the right thing it somehow appears for me. And, your 'Featherings' post is perfect for me today. I just loved "Uriah Heep shamble" - so perfect, so clever -and naturally, I too love birds and would like to educate myself further. I have been feeling a bit root-less lately, a bit hopeless and frightened of life which usually happens when I find myself without the anchor of a routine - but Emily Dickinson and that haunting yet heavenly music at the end beckon to me, encouraging me. Thank you so much Prue! So glad I found you and your writings.
I adore the image of "soft white feathers coming out of the person’s mouth. Yes, if we could all think this way then goodness would weave into everything, I'm sure. Thank you for your words this morning, Prue. Always lovely to catch up with your writings.💚🙏🏻🌱
Breathtaking writing, Prue. Saving this to read again and again.
A beautiful post! ♥️
Wonderful words Prue, I'll try to remember the soft white feathers coming out of someone's mouth. Such great words.
I remain fascinated that just when I need to read the right thing it somehow appears for me. And, your 'Featherings' post is perfect for me today. I just loved "Uriah Heep shamble" - so perfect, so clever -and naturally, I too love birds and would like to educate myself further. I have been feeling a bit root-less lately, a bit hopeless and frightened of life which usually happens when I find myself without the anchor of a routine - but Emily Dickinson and that haunting yet heavenly music at the end beckon to me, encouraging me. Thank you so much Prue! So glad I found you and your writings.