Let me explain. In late 2010, I was driving to work when, all of a sudden, I heard a thud and saw a white explosion of feathers on the front of my car. Shaking, I came to a stop and leaped out to look at the front of my car. No bird, no blood, but a lot of feathers that confirmed my suspicion. “I am soooo sorry little bird”, I whispered between tears. I took one of the feathers and said a silent prayer for the poor bird before continuing to the office. Once at work, I positioned the feather on my desk, determined to honor the soul of the bird whose death I had caused. The feather moved around, probably in the chaos that is my daily work life. Ultimately, it was always found and repositioned in places of honor.