It's funny where inspiration comes from and when it strikes. A couple of weeks ago when I was building the bird house for my week 8 blog story, I happened upon a dead bird in the driveway. The bird caught my attention because of its beauty and the vibrant flashes of color on its wingtips.
At the time, I did not draw any correlation between the deceased bird and the house I was building for the birds. I confess that the bird found its grave in the trash can, and it seemed like a very unfitting way to go. Before the un-ceremonial funeral, I plucked a few feathers with the intent to use creatively and to pay homage to the feathered fella.
The urn is made of mahogany with puffed chest and capped with striking feathers.
With the death of Glenn Frey, The Eagles guitarist, and David Bowie, the Goblin King, death has been prominent and ironically with some relation to birds. Iman captured the feeling so tenderly... "Sometimes you never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory."
Be present, love, soar.