The meditation altar in my bedroom. I have a larger one for the house in the other room. I can never decide which one I like better, so I don't try. (Just like my kids, different, but each awesome in their own way.) This altar has some feathers that I collected on a hike a year or so ago. Hawks have been special to me for a long time. Whenever I've really needed reassurance that there's a point to all this, and that everything really will turn out okay, a hawk flies down and sits near me. One time, there wasn't a place to perch, so a red-tailed hawk flew down, landed on the ground about 15 feet way, and stared at me for a while. On this hike, every 40 feet or so, I came across a feather. As though they'd been laid out for me. A message from the Gods. The experience was really meaningful and meant a lot to me. I took them home and found a vase to display them in. As I was arranging them, I realized that most of them were turkey feathers. Probably left over from a coyote snack. Oh.