A story about a woman finding her heart
A story about a dog with one eye and a curly tail and one white spot on it’s back
A story about a life
A story about a mayfly that has one day to live, it watches the day getting brighter and brighter then darker and darker and then over
A story about water, deep and clear with frogs in it and dragonflies that are bright and purple and orange and yellow. The water is a cool shaded place in the heat of the sun.
A story about a boy who loses his parents
A story about a child with a rocking horse that comes alive
A story about me
A story about the end of the world
A story about the beginning of the world
A story about the morning after an intensely emotional night. Dawn is relief
A story about a man who can’t see his own life clearly
A story about a woman who can only see her life and nobody else’s
A story about a woman who can’t stop crying
A story about a path that is uphill. The day is hot and the hill is steep. Nobody is coming to help
A story about a dragon in a dream in a book that can’t be opened until the right time is here and the right sound is made
A story about a sound made at the beginning of the universe that will continue till the end of time
A story about a story that never ends
A story about a song that the stars sing, that my heart sings and I cannot hear it until I open my ears
A story about ears, the wind, the sound of crickets, of a cats howl, of a dogs bark, of a city where the streets make music
A story of seeing reflections in water. Calm still water, the reflection is in front of me but I have to see it as reflection and see past it.
A story about how we are all connected in time and space
A story about time and space being an illusion, how we are all light and eternal beings fluidly shifting from one form to another, from one existence to another.
A story about remembering. Seeing time as a deep pool of water rather than a straight line we travel on. Seeing our continuous existence.
A story about learning how to let go.
A story about a black widow spider and a mouse in the kitchen and a dead swallow chick in it’s nest.
A story about death, about diving in, about dreams and a cat called Xoconostle.
A story about my dream with the two cats I had to choose between. One friendly and social and the other smoke grey and hardly visible and spitting fury and in defense. The fact that I knew I should pick the social one but really I admired the energy of the other, its fierceness and unwillingness to obey.
A story about love and the light that comes from the sun that gives us life and energy and is our connection to the unknowable.
A story about the unknowable.