Into the Sound.
Me: woman; artist studying theology and psychology, therapist in training; confused theologian, hydrophilous, perhaps stereotypical post-modern Believer; communicator, struggler, anticipator, Buberian; Seattle transplant with Texan roots; desert wander, night watcher, writer, rememberer, and imagineer.
My view: “One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so…And it was like that with Colin when he first saw and heard and felt the Springtime inside the four high walls of a hidden garden. That afternoon the whole world seemed to devote itself to being perfect and radiantly beautiful and kind to one boy. Perhaps out of pure heavenly goodness the spring came and crowned everything it possibly could into that one place.” - The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
