a few days after my stroke…

My hand is filled with white goose feathers.
I see myself blowing on them.
Releasing them to the wind, up and away…

Sometimes I’m successful…
I see my touchstone in the palm of my hand.
Sometimes not so much…
a few feathers remain.

As much as I use visualization to attract what I want, I can use it to banish what I don’t want.
If I acknowledge its existence, accept it and call it mine, I can release it.
Right?

This week the metaphor for “scared” is the feathers.