The first feathers began to arrive. Phoebe sent the very first, two dark magpie feathers, maybe crows, black with a sheen of green and purple. Dark feathers from mischievous birds.
Then more, from Carrie, with stories wrapped around them, owl, pheasant, dove, raven.
And more, all tangled in stories and places.
Each in a packet, some British some strange bright jewels from far away. And as I photographed some they took to the air as if it were the very feathers of the creature themselves that had the wish for flight, lifting light into the air.
And also a butterfly, broken.
So, now I need to stretch paper and see if an idea that has formed in my mind has wings. And as I work I will learn that this has more to do with me than I first thought as I still carry in my heart a wish for wings.
In return for feathers I send stories.
All the feathers and stories will be collected on their own pages that will grow here into a cabinet of curiosities.