Turkey Feathers

I slept horribly last night…. HORRIBLY. I woke up at midnight, could not relax and just lay awake. When I finally started to feel drowsy I put on my meditation/hypnosis app. It was talking about imagining a feather… any feather… any size, and as I would breathe in and breathe out, it would rise and fall. Of all the feathers I could imagine, I imagined turkey feathers. When I was a kid we raised turkeys as an “experience”. I remember my dad saving the turkey feathers and coloring the ends black to use for Cub Scouts. Imagining a big turkey feather with the end colored black, as I breathed in and out, was strangely comforting.

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