What is it, to come down from the highlands of his mother’s lullabies where the first blessings held him by the light of a single candle in the bedroom, where the sun was his father, the moon his mother, and for little sisters, he had the stars––to the sea that fed him, clothed him, to live in communion with the gulls peering into its vast and unfamiliar depths, to hold a single hope by the light of the shore? Teach me, he whispers, learning time by the tides.
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Inspired by lingering images from Lorry Salcedo Mitrani’s short film, “Guzman and the Sea.”
That is so beautiful.
You really have a gift for words.
Granny, thank you. As do you : )
Stacey, oh how I love this unique, beautiful and ancient idea. My favorite scene of all time is in the movie, “The Last of the Mohicans,” when Daniel Day-Lewis explains the stars. I need to remember this when I need inspiration. Thank you ❤️.
I need it, too!