Mythology steeped in our history is rising.
We are living midst myth and marvel.
Even the Earth begins to change shape. To become more bodacious.
I see feathers everywhere. In the clouds, in design, at parties. In the yarns, textures and fringe
On a recent foray to Highpoint NC to book sign “Le Chic Cocoon” (there are soft feathers in that place & butterfly wings) I saw visual signs of Beast legs and Angel wings. Fantasy and feathers aswirl in movement.
I have had my own brushes with Angel wings, and what could be more fitting that to connect Thanksgiving with wings. Turkeys play a significant role. North Indians not only introduced this bird to the pilgrims, they wore them in their hair with great pride. Read National Geographics post which is apropo: Thanksgiving 2011 Myths and Facts
We are pilgrims once again on a quest to meet new land, new beginnings. Our old world order is changing. I see people wearing feathers in their hair and in their clothing. Abundance is on the rise. Feathers are a glorious reminder of hope. Even Feathers to light our way.
There are feathers in table pieces, drawings, and wings to hang on walls. Gratitude i the new black my friend Vinca Heart tells me.
This Thanksgiving embrace your folklore and families in the softness of downy feathers, the support of a wingspan. Open and loving. Do you connect wings and feathers?
Rejoice in this moment. A table to come together. Food feathered in love. Your own cozy nest.
Joie de Vivre my friends,