Dance of the Feather
A dog barks in the night.
“What’s up dawg?”
“Not much, same old trix.”
“Wanna go to this conference-festival thingy?”
“Yeah, lets go.”
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It’s all very EST-BurningMan-ChildhoodSleepOverCamp, in the woods with lots of little cabins and small funky buildings.
My bunk house is a convoluted set up of small rooms at odd angles, and I am in the loft. I can touch the ceiling from my sleeping pad.
Someone has scratched some words into the worn white wood planks with a nail, I traced them with my finger.
We are sitting in a circle on the ground, kumbaya, campfire style. Waiting for the guru-teacher-speaker-zen master-camp director-truth teller to begin the presentation. A person, but not a person, a spirit but not a spirit. A feather but not a bird…
I was feeling a little anxious and I was looking for some answers.
But what exactly, is the question? Is that a knot in my stomach or an ache in my heart?
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The firelight begins to flicker and fade and brighten. The glow dissolves into candlelight.
The circle is now an elegant table setting… the scene is b&w but slightly colorized by the lighting and glint of tiaras and pearls we are all now wearing.
The guru, teacher, host is going around tapping people on the shoulder and guiding them to the dance floor.
“Hello, may I have this dance?”
Floating, swirling, twirling, I glide into wakefulness of another day.
I open my eyes to sunlight softly filtering through the window.
I am sure to find a feather today!
Dreamer’s Notes:
Girl with Feather photo from rootsandfeathers.com via Pinterest
Campfire from Pinterest
Grace Kelly found on Pinterest – Did I really just dream I look like Grace Kelly?!
Table setting found on the brides guide at Martha Steward Weddings
Sunlight in Window – photo by Polly Wreford from Dust Jacket on bloglovin
Feather Lyric by Rosanne Cash from The River and the Thread
Humans Quote by Beau Taplin, “water born“ via Tumblr
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