The Lightness of Feathers and Moonlight
11 Tuesday Sep 2012
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Lines from the Multiverse – ‘Never Startle a Sleeping Hen.’
We had eight baby chicks crack into the world this past month.
I have decided that chickens and particularly hens, are magical and mystical creatures.
I decided this one evening about a month ago when the door to the chicken house blew shut and Skinny Legs could not put herself to bed. I had to go find her, but I knew exactly where to look. She was hunkered down on the writing table in the potting shed.
I walked up to her slowly because there was something in my head saying,
‘Never startle a sleeping hen.’
I had this feeling she was astral-traveling even farther and deeper than a cat. So I spoke to her softly before I placed my hand on her back.
This was actually the first time I had ever picked up one of our hens. Their bellies are so warm even on summer nights…
Carrying a sleepy hen feels like you are holding the lightness of the universe in your hands. Like feathers on a beating heart, simplicity, a bundle of magic. How can I ever explain?
Mystical is a sleepy hen covered in moonlight, dreaming in a place I can only wish to go.
The lightness in my hands reminded me of a place I had known, before I was born, a white light, a circle of truth. I was once this simple before life colored me complex. I was once connected to the web, the ebb and flow, the cycle that a brooding chicken knows.
My complexity lies in believing I ever had anything to hide.
I carried her through the moonlight and as I opened the door to the chicken house to set her down I distinctly heard a soft voice as she waddled away saying, ‘Thank-you.’ With all the lightness of feathers and moonlight wrapped around a beating heart.
I shut the door and without words I simply said, ‘You’re welcome.’
(‘The Lightness of Moonlight and Feathers’ is an excerpt from my Dream-Speak blog
and it was also published in the latest Dream-Speak collection, ‘Chiaroscuro.’)