Throw caution to the wind, and let the feather in. There’s something to be said about our generation of recycling, and if new isn’t even new anymore, new must be old, and old sure is a sight to behold. Don’t take things too seriously, because life is better, when you’re light as a feather.
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”
Thanks to LittleTramp1921 for video.
“Love and learn
Take your turn
Somewhere there’s a feather
Falling slowly from the sky
You need not know the reason why”
And remember, steer clear of high ambition, think of Icarus and his flight. Aiming for the Gods, his recycled wings melted in the sun, and to earth he fell. Ambition to death. A feather is the badge, reminding us of a dream that could be, if only we reached.
“The day is done, and the darkness, Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward, From an eagle in his flight”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head with a sledgehammer.”
“I may have a feather duster down my pants.”
I prefer the Lagrange…. 🙂