Tim’s Photo of the Whirlpool Galaxay
I like the word the constellation. It conjures imaginings of the night sky: vast, wondrous, mysterious manifestations of light that draw “me” out of “my self”. Gazing inward and upward I experience being beyond knowing. Out there alone together, together alone. Yes, another metaphor is coming on. I am part of a constellation of caring as family member, friend, body worker and human being. We shine alone and together in a myriad of different ways, intimate and distant, radiant and dim.
