Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My soul feathers are made up of lines that inspire me, that make me feel free in thought and that give me comfort. I imagined this one up on a foggy early morning walk through a woodsy neighborhood where I felt like I was swimming through the misty air and shadows of trees and dreams. The birds nests are where my soul feathers came from. They are my Mother's eyes, which were hazel. The birth of my soul through my Mother's eyes. After my Mother passed away, I remember my Dad telling me about a dream he had of her, and it was solely her eyes he saw, and what I saw and heard in his eyes and words were my Mother's soul reaching out to him. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. I get that. And these are my soul feathers, fluffed by my mothers eyes and inspiration.