It was a warm summer afternoon in September. Chris and I should have been getting ready to celebrate our one year wedding anniversary but instead we were in the midst of preparing for my surgery and subsequent treatment. It had been about 3 or 4 days since my diagnosis and I had spent the better part of those days in doctor appointments or curled up on the couch. I was numb with pain and my heart ached with fear. I don’t know how he did it, but my sweet husband finally convinced me to get up and go on a hike.
Out on one of our favorite trails, we wandered slowly through the hills, soaking in the sunshine. As we quietly walked along, a feather floated softly down from the blue sky above and landed gently at my feet. I stopped, picked it up and at that moment my mind began to wander. I wondered what kind of bird it came from, where it was going and how long it had been floating in the breeze before it landed in my path. For the first time in weeks, I remembered what it was like to be free. Free of worry. Free of fear. I felt the fear and anger dissipate and I began to feel more like myself again. Suddenly, a sense of peace washed over me. I knew everything was going be ok. I found peace in nature and it was exactly the strength and motivation I needed to endure the long days that awaited.
As time presses on I continue to find feathers when I need them the most. They always seem to find me and remind me that everything will be alright.
«photos by my dear friend, Katie Zaboy»
«tattoo by the incredible, Jessica Zed»
“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” – Rumi