Morning to night our story unfolds. Our cells are stepping stones. Our dreams are whispered from the galaxy. Our hands search. Our hearts yearn for a Common Tale. |
I have watched my husband sleep in this position for over 35 years. We have always shared our dreams. Together, we have watched the sky, watched the night, and mused about the mystery of it All. And then I was so impressed that the last full moon was a blue moon. The shapes of chromosomes have always fascinated me.
Oh my goodness! Marcia, this should be the final drawing in Rosie's book! I don't know that I will be able to add anything beyond this beautiful story! It is lovely! Absolutely lovely!
ReplyDeleteI guess that is one of the reasons it took me so long to add this one: what comes before, ALL our preceding contributions are SO amazing, what more could I add that could live up to the whole? I know whatever you come up with will be RIGHT. Take your time.
DeleteKatie, I echo Marcia's comment entirely and look forward to your addition whenever it happens:)
DeleteA beautiful image, full of love, movement and poetry. I love the interplay of light and dark, quiet repose and a glimpse of night times beyond.
ReplyDeleteYour words are a wonderful distillation. Thank you so much, Rosie.
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