Dreams, aspirations, and wishes all ride in the breath of the wind. Wind moves around us and through us. We are not passive lumps in the swirls and eddies of wind currents, but rather participants, as our thoughts and intents engage with this element.
The feather is a good symbol to remind us that what we think and say, travels on the wind affecting everyone around us.
Walking the dog at the end of the day, I watch my shadow before me. How long it stretches until is but a small potato. The land is rotating away from the sun, stretching, getting ready to settle down for the evening. All things grow longer, extending the boundary of their physical selves. Shadows merge with other shadows and now the apple tree can chat with the cedar as their forms merge into one. The last news of the day is exchanged with the energy of shadows.