Feather on a tightrope over the world (NewYork City, Chicago, Nashville)

A black feather blowing in the wind, many different directions, but keeping its balance, leaning on the spotlight, as a source of power, glitter, and Gold. Delicate in and of itself, but required to take flight .

Wet from the rain plucked from its mother. But made stronger from its traversing, the uncommon ground of thunder. Weighed down, but still striving. Excellence, greatness first place. Outwardly excellence, greatness first place Peace joy happiness. Inwardly, peace, joy, happiness. Rain a condition of being outside, growth, planted or rooted in the spotlight. 

But a feather really doesn’t belong unless it’s with its mother with the flock until then, it will be on the tightrope over the world performing in ways it must to survive.

In the mind that’s the only way not realizing that on the outside is much beauty to be explored.