Feather magic (day 67)

When I was a child, I was fascinated by the story of Dumbo the elephant.   The feather that helped him fly fascinated me.  The triumphant moment of letting go of the feather was not so important.  The fact that the feather helped was the bit that gave me joy.  I knew nothing of placebos at the time but I loved the magic of it.  I still use the analogy of Dumbo but most people don't know the reference and just look at me thinking I just called them dumb.   Still feathers are reminiscent of power for me.  I collect them during forest walks if one catches my eye.  I've used one as a stand-in for a weapon in a warrior figurine.   I've offered them as gifts of courage.  I've used the bird as gift bearer in one of my 3D class projects (pictured below).   It's a romantic superstition but a very soft gentle one.

A song for this post.