As I was walking into my house a couple of days ago, my eye caught this feather sticking out of the grass. I can’t imagine what kind of bird it came from; I’ve never seen those colors around here before, but I really thought it was beautiful.

I stopped to take a picture.

I’ve always been told not to pick up feathers because they’re often dirty – the feathers are shed when the bird defecates, so I left it there, figuring that maybe another bird will collect it to feather their nest.

When I went out the next morning, it was still there.

I decided that I should take it after all. I picked it up with a napkin, and when I got to work washed it off, and let it dry on my desk.

I’m going to add it to my new journal as part of my new project of “gathering the fragments” that came up during my recent retreat.

It is my first fragment.

Be inspired.