Thursday, August 20, 2009
The other day we were geocaching in this old cemetary and the brilliant green moss on this gravestone caught my eye. The on this marker died at 42 years old in 1842. Seeing the age he died made me think about how much longer life expectancy is now.
Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.
Donna this quote is inspired by what you shared last night at drum circle. I love you guys!