**my apologies for a double post. My site crashed and had to be restored. Posting the entry from 5/28/16.

I set out on my lake walk. My intent to send gentle feathers to a dear friend after surgery. There, where no geese would normally be, lay a goose feather covered in dew. My hand flew to my heart and my eyes shed their watery scales.

My eyes may be flawed and failing. With that, I can live.

My heart seeks beauty, abundant abounding blessings, and joy. With that, I am alive.