a pottery vase that a friend made sitting on a bureau in my living
room. It has contained six feathers since last June when the 2017
teacher training ended. This afternoon, those six feathers moved up to
the yoga room, placed into a mason jar on my altar with dozens of others
- too many to count. It’s an almost ludicrous collection, keepsakes
from many weekends, many journeys, many lives.
The living room vase now contains one red feather. I trust it will be filled up again come June...