I found a raven’s feather a few weeks ago. It was a huge one. Absolutely beautiful and just laying on the sidewalk.
This morning, I was looking at it and appreciating its beauty. I thought, “It’s perfect! No jagged, mite eaten areas. Full, wide, with just the right amount of taper…perfect.” Then, I wondered why, if it was perfect, did the raven lose the feather? And then came the following thought:
Sometimes, perfection has to be shed to make way for flight.
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