My world seems shaped by symbols and signposts. Even when I'm not looking for them. Yesterday when I painted with my daughter, I chose a chicken feather as my subject. Hey, I love feathers and it was on the window sill. I didn't attach deep meaning to it. And yet, as the day unfolded- I realized that there are no coincidences in my life- synchronicity is always at play to hit me over the head with messages of truth.
You see, later on I looked out and saw our huddled flock. Snow began only after they had roamed quite far from their home. What to do? Trapped by a frozen white sea, they looked dazed and confused. The thought of crossing that expanse was enough to stop them in their tracks. Can't blame them. I knew there was only one solution. A rescue was in order. If I took one hen, I could show them the way... trailblazing chicken style.
And it was in that moment of helping them through their challenge that I realized something BIG. I've been frozen, myself. Trapped. Marooned. I know I often sound brave. Sometimes I am. But more often than not, I'm quite vulnerable and wonder how to get across the giant stretch of icy landscape between today and the future. I dream of flying. Only I'll need wings for that. Perhaps one feather at a time, I can grow my own wings. But until then, I need to learn to rescue myself. If hope is my word for the year, then a feather is most definitely my symbol for hope.