In the pallor of earliest morning, I looked out on the light-strewn shadows of the world. And the lights were golden, and the shadows held old mysteries and dreams. Instinct made me look up, and I caught my breath as the clouds parted in that moment to reveal the moon, the Queen of Heaven, hung like a white crescent crystal from dark's deepest heart.
And then the sun rose.
The magnificent lion of a sun, filling the world with love.
I have seen a mountain floating rootless above the ocean. I have seen a wing flying bodiless. And now I have seen too the moon righteous in her place of precedence, and the fierce holy soul of the sun.
Other things seen this week ...
A super-henge has been found one mile from Stonehenge.
This photograph of where the Syrian refugees have come from.
Muscovy ducks versus swans.
Pippa Roseberry's Storybook pinterest boards.
If Jane Austen got some writer's workshop feedback.
Why children draw more than we do.