The day I took that photograph, I had been unemployed for two months.
I had been going around and around in the same fearful, anxiety-fueled circles for weeks, getting myself ever further into a mire, and decided the best way to get some relief was to take a trip to the lake. Nature, and particularly this lake, is sacred space to me. I took my journal, my camera, and a couple books and decided to see what Nature would say.
I kicked my shoes off and took a walk along the beach, wading barefoot in the water’s edge. Up ahead I could see a small flock of ducks gathered by some driftwood. I raised my camera and took their picture.
At the same time, I felt something brush across the top of my foot. It was this feather. I watched the lake lap at it a couple of times, then took the picture.
In that moment I got the answer I went for. To me, this small gift said, “Don’t lose hope. Keep faith. It’s all going to be alright.”
Not even a week later, I was employed. My new position is far from perfect, but I have been blessed to form fast friendships with my coworkers and feel like I’m gaining some momentum and direction again. I feel like, one way or another, it’s all going to be alright.