Just my random thoughts about feathers and God.

I think about a million things when I sit in this chair and feel the sunlight on my shoulders like little warm kisses. I could spill out a thousand words and still not have written enough. My life is like a library full of stories left unread. I drive in my car and think of the most wonderful things and wish I had a tape recorder. As the classical music plays in the car I image a feather floating around and then I try and catch it and imagine putting it in a pile, one feather upon another as quickly as I can while the music escalates and then they seem to all tumble down when the music softens. I can almost see it clearly, my imagination is at it's best when I am in my car. The music, no doubt, helps this creative process. It is calming and creative. Oh, to create such music!

I told my son about this imaginable feather and how when he was a little baby I would put on Bach or Beethoven on a tape recorder in his room next to his blue star covered chair while he slept. He would sleep through anything with that playing. On the other side of that door were two little sisters doing this and that, creating all sorts of havoc, beautiful, but havoc nonetheless.

I marvel my own existence and often wonder how everyone is doing all this. I wonder what everyone is thinking and feeling, and I sometimes feel that I can hear a humming in my ear of all that exists around me. I try to tune into it but it's just,  buzz buzz.

All of this of course, makes me think of God, and how powerful he is, and how he knows each one of us, and that the buzz buzz I hear is music to him and the feathers I see in my imagination, are all of us. Our thoughts; desires, needs, wants....... piling up, one on top of the other. One by one, off the pile they fall when their prayers are answered. The next one is ready for the course. Maybe it's mine, maybe it's yours?