This is a lovely piece. The part about not being aware of our own death as it is happening... that idea has never occurred to me before. I'll have to think for a while about which I would, or will, prefer. Have you written any more about this concept? I would be very interested. Fascinating.
Thank you for sharing this lovely piece and the reminder of how many moons we have left. I now live in a condo where the moon is obscured by hills and the direction I face, so I never see it unless I’m outside. (My son did an inspiring 3-minute video called “A New View of the Moon” in which he takes his telescope around LA to show people the moon. It’s on YouTube— makes me weepy every time I watch it)
I need to get outside more often at night, and to remember to look up.
‘Bygones rose like sparks into nothingness.’ Fabulous!
She effectively captures the essence of fleeting time—quick, slow, round and round.
(I tried commenting on the magazine page, but alas, it wasn’t working. Perhaps I need more coffee first!)
"More coffee" is generally the right answer to anything.
This is a lovely piece. The part about not being aware of our own death as it is happening... that idea has never occurred to me before. I'll have to think for a while about which I would, or will, prefer. Have you written any more about this concept? I would be very interested. Fascinating.
Thank you for sharing this lovely piece and the reminder of how many moons we have left. I now live in a condo where the moon is obscured by hills and the direction I face, so I never see it unless I’m outside. (My son did an inspiring 3-minute video called “A New View of the Moon” in which he takes his telescope around LA to show people the moon. It’s on YouTube— makes me weepy every time I watch it)
I need to get outside more often at night, and to remember to look up.
Delightful read