"Though my soul may sit in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night" Sarah Williams-The Old Astronomer. My father loved the stars. He asked me to sing "Stardust" at his funeral. I did.
You are not your body. You are not your name- and you are not your hands. These are all things that we have. You are a soul, a spiritual being, living in a physical body, and been gifted with an intellect.
I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. Linda Hogan Native American Writer Art and Texts,im