Hope has wings ...

It’s time. It is time for me to access the deep well of emotion that has been quietly and patiently waiting for me to pay attention. A strange serendipitous gifts of wings in a tin and my name appearing written in gold like magic, have mapped my path. It is amazing how the universe will open up to meet you, if you cradle just an ounce of hope. Since the death of my mother, there are many treasures and totems that now posses the power to stop me dead in my tracks. Particularly the simple feather. An emissary between worlds. It can make me laugh with joy or bring me to my knees in grief. I am fortunate. Always I feel lucky. Always I find hope. To create something beautiful from desperate heartbreak and despair feels like a victory over death. Maybe it will let the light in. What I do know, is I have crossed this threshold from lost. Home to hope.