“it’s time,” they said as i came out of meditation, and looked in the direction of the pile of feathers on my altar.
truth be told, i’ve wondered if this day was ever going to come. after all, Spirit has been sending me feathers since the spring of 2018. over time, i learned the intentions of each one, seeing their placement and i certainly had more than “enough” to create a wand but something in me knew i was still waiting on a few more. and like my other tools, i knew this one would come to fruition in divine timing.
but maintaining that trust over the past year-and-a-half became a challenge. the feathers seemed to stop finding their way to me and i found myself in more and more situations where not having the “proper Shamanic tools” evoked feelings of unworthiness. i was “less gifted”, “less legit”, or “less connected”. (my ego is hilarious.) last fall, i remember my impatience intensifying to the point where i almost bought one. (not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
but a few days later, unexpectedly, a rattle found me and with it, a remembrance. i waited. and continued to watch as doubt crept in and out.
then last week as i was chilling in my hammock immersed in the bluest of skies, a white feather slowly floated its way down to my belly. forrest gump style. i was in shock. and delighted. but then…
“still not time,” they said.
two days later, another white feather blew to me as i walked the beach.
“not yet.”
then this week, on a cool morning, i was walking the dogs on a trail that i’ve journeyed a thousand times. as i rounded a bend, i spotted two feathers within a few feet of each other and instantly knew. one falcon. one hawk.
“thank you.”
“soon,” they said.
i honestly expected for it to be a while before i would get the green light to move forward - and thought that when i did, i would hand it all over to a local artisan to put it together. but when i heard Spirit say it was time, i knew i was being called to the weaving of it as well 🐍 with every pass of the blade, every placing of a feather, stone and string - i felt it ALL. the spirits, the lessons, the stories. tools within tools within tools.
“Through unconditional love and in service to the universal heart, I invoke the prophecy of the eagle and the condor, that the opposites shall fly together in harmony once more and divine presence shall fill the earth and bless all of her children. The destiny of this world is to be love’s paradise.”
- Alana Fairchild
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