Letting go without regret.
This quote is more often true than not. I live with some regrets. I think I have moved beyond them and then they raise up from the darkened corners of my memories and I realize what a strangle-hold some still have on me. There are many wedged in between the years of my life.
I look at this feather and ponder if a bird ever sat on a tree limb and thought, 'damn I lost another feather.' I can see the wisdom of not living in regret; letting those little bits of this n that drift away on the current of the wind. I find that I still identify with some of them and gather them and tuck them away to haunt me another day.