A poetic meditation on life’s matter, manner, and meaning
By nature’s divine design, I am my own geology. So, too, are you. Each of us composed of strata upon strata…
of prehistory of ages afore. And ancestors. Some, by name and word and deed, known, many (most?) not. Yet all still abiding in the deepest shadows of our being
of our histories, our personal stories, ever increasing verse-by-verse, chapter-by-chapter in our day-by-day living
of our memories of our times – our rehearsed recollections, our afterward reflections, our readings between the lines of our words and deeds. All in quest of our ever-evolving identities (being), destinies (becoming), and legacy-leaving.
Prehistory and history and memory. All hard to search. Harder to see. Hardest to share.
So, it is that our searching and seeing and sharing demands a daily life-time.
© 2021 PRA
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