Not long ago, someone shared with me a quote attributed to a great mystic, Hildegard of Bingen: “I am a feather on the breath of God.” It struck me right to my core and has stayed with me since. Such a remarkable statement, implying that she continually allows her course to adjusted by her Heavenly Father.
What a beautiful centered-ness she exhibits, telling us that she walks where the Father wills, that she speaks when he leads, and that she allows her hands to minister his love when it is required. It brings to my mind the picture of a quiet-spirited woman closing her eyes at various times throughout the day to consult with her Father. “Where shall I go now, Master?” She might pray silently. Or, “Whom shall I speak with today?”
Since reading this quote I’ve begun to notice feathers. Sometimes they’ve appeared so randomly that I’ve thought He must have sent them to me as a reminder. I’ve seen little white feathers floating on the wind. Others lying on the ground, seemingly awaiting a fresh breath of wind to take them back up into the atmosphere to journey onward. I guess I’ll never quite look at feathers the same way. They will always remind me that I once prayed make me a feather on the breath of God.