When the Blue Feather Falls

I sat in a nameless place, neither waiting nor expecting, when a pure blue light slipped through the sky and drifted down. Two feathers, joined at their spine, landed at my feet with a hush that stilled every thought. Two women appeared without warning. They bent together, lifted the feathers, and tucked them behind their ears as if they had always belonged there. They didn’t ask or look my way, and their certainty left the air feeling hollow. As they walked away, I felt a faint pulse of blue linger inside me—a reminder that some gifts arrive to teach us readiness and presence. Next time, I’ll listen before anyone else can hear.

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