This morning, a single white feather.

An unofficial manifesto of return.

I’ve found myself floating this theory to friends again this week: to live a whole life, we have to be at peace with our present, past and future. It is not as easy as it sounds.

If your life changes often enough, you begin to feel suspended. As if your past really has no presence in your life, and your future is so unknown it’s not worth angst. And that…