The feather drifted to the table directly in front of me. It stopped my thoughts in their tracks, drawing my full attention. It was a tiny, downy feather; half black, half white, a balance of yin and yang. For a few seconds, or perhaps a minute or more, my whole consciousness became the feeling of beauty. There was no “me” in that time, only the feather-beauty-feeling existed.
What a wonderful gift!
