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I live amongst Arbutus and fir trees, ravens, barred owls, eagles, hummingbirds and neighbor's cats, not far from the Pacific ocean just outside of Victoria, British Columbia. I moved here from Boston, Massachusetts amongst sugar maples, barred and great horned owls, not far from the Atlantic ocean. My heart is bi-coastal.

When my sons were small, I made earrings and medicine bags with wild feathers....feather gifts from Blue Jays, Cardinals, Hawks, Swans, Robins, Flickers, Owls. I say "gifts" as this is a nice way to speak of...in many cases...road kill.

(Note! None of my offerings on Etsy utilize any wild bird feathers! The feathers featured are from Whiting Farms in Colorado, premium fly fishing feathers.)

My first gift was a beautiful male pheasant. I drove past him laying on the road,…

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  • Born on November 13
  • Joined December 9, 2010

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Feathers, crystals and gems, sterling silver, deerskin, textiles, wood, clay

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About

I live amongst Arbutus and fir trees, ravens, barred owls, eagles, hummingbirds and neighbor's cats, not far from the Pacific ocean just outside of Victoria, British Columbia. I moved here from Boston, Massachusetts amongst sugar maples, barred and great horned owls, not far from the Atlantic ocean. My heart is bi-coastal.

When my sons were small, I made earrings and medicine bags with wild feathers....feather gifts from Blue Jays, Cardinals, Hawks, Swans, Robins, Flickers, Owls. I say "gifts" as this is a nice way to speak of...in many cases...road kill.

(Note! None of my offerings on Etsy utilize any wild bird feathers! The feathers featured are from Whiting Farms in Colorado, premium fly fishing feathers.)

My first gift was a beautiful male pheasant. I drove past him laying on the road, kept driving, and witnessed myself turn my car around, stop and carefully pick him up and take him home....into the freezer (think side by side refrigerator, large pheasant, long tail, carefully vertical...). I had no idea what I was doing, going to do, or how I was going to explain this to my sons... (Mom's got a big dead bird in the freezer!!!) This first experience was almost surreal, as if I was reenacting a past life. When I garnered my courage, and followed some ancient instinct, I took this pheasant out of the freezer, lit some sage, some incense, and chanted some good prayers and mantras over him, and used his feathers in ways I could think of to honor his beauty and the beauty of all the winged ones, of all creation as best I could.

One morning, flicker feathers crossed my mind....and as I drove a different route to the market the same morning, there on the road was a complete flicker. I learned to be very careful with my thoughts.

There are many stories.

I have a prayer pipe that still carries one feather from each winged one I have come across during those ever beautiful days and years with my young sons.

I am a student of Native American and First Nations traditions, of Tibetan Buddhist traditions, Ancient Egyptian traditions, Aboriginal traditions, Hindu traditions and pre-Socratic Western Civilization traditions. All is beautiful beyond words.

Oh, and my beautiful sons? Greg has married a beautiful red head who has a Cooper's Hawk in their freezer; Michael is a poet and a mystic.

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