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10/19/2020 0 Comments

I am a Feather...

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Nita's batik during her own contemplation retreat. Her batik illustrates what I went through.
Throughout my trekking in the forest over the years, I am always fascinated with feathers, especially birds of prey. I never knew why until I have my own baby hens.  Each time Jeroen and I chanced upon a feather, I picked it up and brought home with me.

My baby hens have been with us since July and August. Anna's, Lidunia's and Mary's feathers didn't look very healthy at first when we adopted them. Whereas Bernadette's and Teresa's, we bought them later, theirs glow. I never knew how beautiful soft and warm their feathers are. Now all of them though molting, their feathers glow, even Anna, Lidunia and Mary. They are simply just gorgeous! 

I see them fly.
I see them flap their wings.
I see them dust bath.
I see them cleaning their feathers.
I see them tug their head into their feathers to rest or sleep.
I see them spread their wing suntanning in the Sun.
I see them brood their eggs.
I see them how they care for their feathers.

I see how important their feathers are to them.
Keeping them warm.
Protecting them from danger...

Not only hens I witness but the other birds, the Wild, the Buzzards over the 1 year and 7 months, in our Sanctuary Forest Wild Garden.  All sort of colours and speices, even black... they just glow.

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I am a feather
Beautiful
Gorgeous
Glowing

My God carries me
in one breath
under my wings

I fly
I soar
in freedom
with ease
effortless
Under my God's breath

God holds me up
high into the sky

Soaring
Soaring
Soaring

I am a feather.
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Nita's Batik - I love the vibrant colours and the feathers in her batik.
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    Shalom! Peace-FuLL! Bless-FuLL ! Love-FuLL To you!

    I am Elizabeth, and also known as Angel Rose.  My Chinese name is
    黃 秀 珠.

    Ever since I come home to my true self,  I dare to step out and dance in the heart and garden of love.
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    My desire to post here is to have courage to show up as who I am and in return to inspire each beautiful soul on earth to live life as who he/she is.  I am a seeker so I encourage you to be and continue to be a seeker.  Life is inevitable with ups and downs, challenges along our human journey.  However when we make time to insure the growth of our inner garden - our heart with  self-care, nourishment, growth, healing, play, creativity, silence and loving ourselves unconditionally, we can live life to the fullest with peace, bliss, contentment and gratitude, and  we can go forth to serve others in true joy and love.  I share here my journey with you as well as the ordinary moments I witness, experience and encounter in my daily life.  Let us journey together.  Let our journey begins.  let each of our unique soul's story unfolds like a rose opens her petals, revealing her heart. 
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