Gifts

In the morning, the time when we get going. The time of coffee and coffee again. Taking what needs to be taken. Feeding the big dog. Then taking the big dog out to the forest next door. The blessed forest. The place were the dog dog can roam. Ya, right, the forest where the big dog can do his thing. The thing we get the plastic bag out for. The thing that is still warm when done on the grass of the neighborhood. The thing that can be done in the forest ivy deep off the trail and left behind. Ah, morning in the blessed forest. Well the forest has more going for it than that. It's a nice break for my hand and a nice time for the big dog. It is also a place where presents are left for us.
Today was a fine present. Unexpected and fine indeed. A perfect larger black flight feather from a Turkey Vulture. The shadows of my rides. My bird of the season. A feather from the animal most close to me this season. Not just a old feather. A feather let go after hard use. A new perfect flight feather left behind on the forest floor on top of the ivy as though it was layed down for me to find. A message from another world. Beautiful and fine. An offering. I brought it home to share with Mary Anne. A reminder of all thing living. A reminder of living. Just a simple feather given from the shadows of my rides. Thank You lords of the sky.