Weaving the Muses Into a Tale of the World

The spark of Life, calling to Itself.

The Universe explodes/we see stars.

The calm and beauty of a new day / morning after.

The song grows richer, with layers of meaning.

The rhythm of Life’s song enfolds us, carries us.



The elaboration becomes High Drama; we are fascinated.

Drama ends in tragedy; Life moves towards entropy.


We remember it all, we are the world’s storytellers.

And yet, it’s all just a play, a dream.

Thank you for staying with this for four weeks!

The images can also be viewed in higher resolution at my website, in the order shown here, starting at https://lauriegoodhart.net/artwork/3396871-Erato.html

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    On Sun, May 5, 2019 at 8:43 AM Sustenance For A Wild Woman wrote:

    > Laurie Goodhart posted: ” The spark of Life, calling to Itself. The > Universe explodes/we see stars. The calm and beauty of a new day / morning > after. The song grows richer, with layers of meaning. The rhythm of Life’s > song enfolds us, carries us. ” >

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