Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So muc… - Zora Neale Hurston

Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

After a while she got up from where she was and went over the little garden field entire. She was seeking confirmation of the voice and vision, and everywhere she found and acknowledged answers. A personal answer for all other creations except herself. She felt an answer seeking her, but where? When? How?

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.