Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Round pools and starlight
At the end of Whitesands Beach, when the tide is out, there are pools worn in the rocks by swirling water and pebbles. Deep circles cupping salt water, the rock green like jade when wet.
Working on the endpapers, four circle star maps of north and southern hemisphere, winter and summer stars. So few children see the star patterns these days as city lights wash away the universe in a glow of orange lights. Centuries ago our ancestors could travel by starlight, told stories of the stars to fix their dance in the minds of people. So much is lost to us that once we knew by heart.