Mother's Day
an excerpt from Ray Bradbury--
"What man, like woman, lies down in the darkness and gets up with child? The gentle smiling ones own the good secret. Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of Time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy, and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know that they will live forever."
an excerpt from Ray Bradbury--
"What man, like woman, lies down in the darkness and gets up with child? The gentle smiling ones own the good secret. Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of Time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy, and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know that they will live forever."