"Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honor. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God." From the writings of St. Hildegard:
Thank you for the name. Oh, what fun we shall have!
Ladybird
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Ladybird, you are a wonder! And many thanks to St. Hildegard for being the inspiration of such a fitting blog title! Welcome, and thanks for letting us fly (or float) with you. :)I look forward to all of your musings...
Fitting indeed, as the Scripture says: The heart of the king is a stream of water in the hand of the Lord; whither He wills He will turn it.
Welcome!
If Shakespeare could read your blog right now (and do let us pretend that he can), then he might make so bold as to ask the question: "What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?/What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?"
Hello, friend
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Hi Ladybird! :-)
Hi. Herzliche Wilkommen!
I must admit, I couldn't help but think of Forrest Gump. I know, I know. Boo! But it did kinda capture the image of a floating feather. And so can your blogspot!
Everything I've read of St. Hildegard is amazing. I need to read more.
Some day, a baby boa constrictor will grow very strong and become a grown-up boa by eating four baby canaries. And then, after these little hatchlings are digested, he will be large enough to engulf the parents. He will love them.
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