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An early riser, I usually great the day before the dawn This day was no different and my routine treated me to a delicious quietness and a gorgeous view of Luna, soft and glowing.  In that moment I could easily fathom how the ancient Egyptians envisioned our Earth as an egg watched over at night by the moon, seen as a great white bird. A mother goose watching over her egg. I felt small but also loved, protected and connected to something  much larger. I thought about how all our stories are small fragments of the whole that is Creation's story. This made my mind race with delight. Mental images and words flooded me. I have always loved imagery and symbolism. I have no idea why it fascinates me, it just always has. So, instantly my mind starts to symbolically merge form with words and I think of all the people I have encountered in my life's journey... And I wonder what their bodies would look like if one were to map them. The Physical. The Emotional. The Mental. The Spiritual. Strengths and weaknesses Struggles and ease Fears and Bravery Agonies and Joys What cartographic symbols would they choose to map their journeys and experiences?
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
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An early riser, I usually great the day before the dawn This day was no different and my routine treated me to a delicious quietness and a gorgeous view of Luna, soft and glowing.  In that moment I could easily fathom how the ancient Egyptians envisioned our Earth as an egg watched over at night by the moon, seen as a great white bird. A mother goose watching over her egg. I felt small but also loved, protected and connected to something  much larger. I thought about how all our stories are small fragments of the whole that is Creation's story. This made my mind race with delight. Mental images and words flooded me. I have always loved imagery and symbolism. I have no idea why it fascinates me, it just always has. So, instantly my mind starts to symbolically merge form with words and I think of all the people I have encountered in my life's journey... And I wonder what their bodies would look like if one were to map them. The Physical. The Emotional. The Mental. The Spiritual. Strengths and weaknesses Struggles and ease Fears and Bravery Agonies and Joys What cartographic symbols would they choose to map their journeys and experiences?
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
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