January 27th 2012
A looking ceremony. There would end up being a lot of looking during this project. Maybe I was a bit overwhelmed at this point. So Many. How could I do this?
And on Feb 4, still looking. Still asking the same question.
I loved how the imagination of others was beginning to gather as well. What could these feathers become? There was a feeling of sitting around a campfire sharing stories. Taking turns growing into that.
I gathered great insight into the hearts of others I have never met. By imagining that.
What would this become?
Mom. She always said "...it'll come to you."