White Feather

I promised to get out of the house yesterday, to connect with nature. Suddenly 20 years since we last celebrated my godmother’s birthday together seemed heavy. It’s a loss I know nobody can fully understand and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemies.

Grief can still choke you, even while staring at a beautiful sunset and you’re grateful for the memories.

I inhaled and reminded myself to take it one tiny step at a time and that’s when a white feather washed ashore.

©ZeinaA.G

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