Peace and Power

I am of African, Tsalgi, Chahta, and Cuban American descent.

Since I was a teenager  I had started signing my name with a feather. I don't know why I started doing that. It was just something I came up with.      Quien sabes? Do we become that which we fear the most?  I use to be sooo afraid of feathers as a child. Now years later... the story has been told.                               

"After spending many hours in prayer and meditation at the place of the Hawk on the sacred mountain, a vision came on the wind. Dozens if not hundreds of feathers began to float down from the tree tops. The feathers were of many colors, sizes, and shapes. They were not just feathers from brother hawk, but must have come from many birds. Before the feathers touched the ground they wildly swooped around several times before coming to rest one on top of another forming the shape of a woman. Many years went by in the dream and the woman came alive and began to walk forward holding two white feathers. She spoke of wonderous and spiritual things. The woman gained great wisdom and knowledge in her journey. She spoke while holding a feather and brought much happiness to the people."   -As told by: Yonv

I am Feather Walker.