…All my feathers. Every last one.
I’d like to share with you my mantra of this week. Rather than belabor the blog with all sorts of dramatizations and re-enactments and scripts, this will have to do. The symbolism accurately and swiftly captures the intangible essence of week of 5.12 – 5.16 in one fell swoop.
Dear lord, please make me a bird of prey so I can fly far, far away and capture those people who have made my week intolerable and feed them to my young and build a new nest of their hair and ligaments.
