The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our nothingness. ~ Andre Malraux
In this season when something deep waits,
still and dark.
We sit with the mystery, we wonder,
and we wait for it.
What powerful imagining is stirring deep within you?
