According to legend, when someone finds a black feather, it means that the guardian of their soul is near them. The feathers are supposed to remind the individual that he or she is not fighting the battles of life alone.
An Indian legend says: "When a human dies, there is a bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of the bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based on what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge... and which are turned away."
Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind. - Catherine Drinker Bowen