A Feather in Winter
by Michele Morin
“The feather flew, not because of anything in itself, but because the air bore it along.
Thus am I a feather on the breath of God.” Hildegarde of Bingen
Sister Hildegarde knew
we are all
“feathers on the breath of God,”
and it’s an image I
struggle to live toward.
Today,
on this particular January afternoon,
time-bound and booted,
my feet crash through snowy crust
in a jolting cadence
as I follow my granddaughter’s delighted experiments with
cold and gravity.
Making not a dent in the snowy crust,
she travels like a feather,
her tiny lightness encased in a purple snowsuit.
Puffy and buoyant,
it catches her whenever she tumbles,
unfazed as the falling flakes that
land on our hats and our lashes.
Lord, may I, too, learn
to hover, held
on your breath,
falling forward
in blessed lightness.
Awake Our Hearts 
Michele, this is just beautiful. I am joining you in praying that I would learn to hover, held on His breath, falling forward in blessed lightness. Such a beautiful image to keep in my thoughts today!
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I love being inspired by my grandchildren! I know we share that same awe of our privileged role in the lives of our little people.
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Michele, this greatly speaks to my heart right now, the imagery is beautiful! How much we miss when we fill our calendars with busyness!
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Let’s start the year with plenty of space for Him to breathe life into our days!
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I feel lighter already, just having read your poem, Michele! Each day we need a few moments preserved to just savor our surroundings, the pleasant stimuli impacting our senses–much like your granddaughter savored the experience of snow. Lovely and meaningful writing as always!
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Thank you so much, Nancy.
Yes to all the savoring and then offering thanks!
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