I have always had a fascination for feathers. I might go so far as to call it a Feather Fetish. For many years, I was under the impression that somewhere in my Family Tree there was a Native American branch...or at least a twig. My imagination ran wild when I learned that my 2X Great Grandmother's maiden name was Leatherwood. The Feather Fascination flourished in many aspects of my life....in my Art, in my closet, jewelry, home décor and more. So, it came as somewhat of a surprise and a disappointment when my Genealogy Research led to the post...Leatherwood-Pittman Myths Debunked. Nevertheless, feathers and their symbolism still fascinate and resonate with me.
Let me be as a feather.
Strong with purpose yet light at heart.
Able to bend.
And, though I might become frayed,
Able to pull myself
One day, you're a Peacock.
The next day you're a