Story) The Naming Well . . . A fragment of the story . . .

 Reflections... on an inner thing of unsurpassed joy; a thing as easily destroyed as dew upon the grass or the sheen upon the petal of a flower, but here, I’ll set it down in writing, exposing the treasures of my inmost heart in simple allegory . . . 

 IT WAS MORNING in Everland ~ that eternal morning of a magical land that has no end of delights to it. In dream I was walking slowly through the upward valley wondering if I could be seen or known of anyone or anything. I was lonely.

   Soon I came to the very top of a low green hill. I saw the Clouds. I looked up and up at them. “Do you know my name?’”I asked.

   “Is it Cirrus, or Nimbus; Altostratus, or Cloud?’ they answered. “Is it Ribbon-Rain, or Cotton-Breeze; Airy-Swirl, or Billow?”

   “No,” I replied; and laughed. “They are not my name.”

   “But you are like a Cloud!” they said. “You are like us! Full of mystery!  ...We are blown and shaped by the Wind and no one knows what shape we will be tomorrow; or where we come from or where we are going. We are new every day; and you, too!” said the Clouds.

   “I, too, am full of mystery, like a beautiful Cloud?” I wondered; and I walked on to see what I should see.

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A short extract from my picture book:  “THE NAMING WELL”