Feather Walker

I pulled apart the large vine that had fixed itself to red wood.  A small feather laid upright covering the next patch of Thunder God vine.  My grandmother had taught me the uses of all medicinal plants.  I recognized the leaves and the reference was not lost on me.  Large clouds formed above and I needed to find shelter.

I picked up the feather and carefully put it in my back pack.  Walking more I saw a line of feathers.  They turned and turned..got bigger and bigger..until getting so large I was walking on the feather.

I felt a warmth come over my body and the Thunder God Vine built a bow of protection from any rain that might try to drench me.  Finally, I could rest and know I was safe because what was once a bow was now a very sturdy boma.  

Looking up there she was…I knew her name without a word.  She was Feather Walker.  She had beautiful back wings and partially human features.  I noticed she had a mask covering her eyes, human limbs but covered with wings and feathers.

" The gift of sight is not through the eyes. You found the feathers by seeing but you discovered me by feeling".

…Exerpt from “The Forest Bather” a work in progress:)