MOSS ON STONE - Prologue

Prologue

To have a dream is to remain hopeful—a vision of some future time when all will be well and worry ceases. I found that when dreams fade there are other ways, if not to cherish thoughts of the future, or to reflect upon regrets of the past, then to sustain us day to day with a small measure of light. Mine were things of beauty—moss on stone.
     Now, from this distance of space and time, indeed the absence of those illusions that do not exist here, I linger— preparing to return to life anew. What did I leave behind? A portrait for others to look upon, a scrapbook of moss designs, a diary and a stone cottage by the sea.
     I review my life as one would a colorful tableau, with the insights and knowledge that come when the physical body is no more. I see that mine was a life worth living. I will tell you something of that life: of dreams and dreams fading; of intimations and transformations; of time passing; of dear family and friends loved and lost; and of people and places changed. Through it all, there were the immutable gifts of nature to renew my soul with unequaled joy, asking nothing in return.

     Between this thicket and the wood, lay the sought for valley covered with rocks piled one about another…and these rocks were covered with the most beautiful mosses that I ever saw. (October 17, 1848)

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Moss" from original scrapbook of Susannah Norwood Torrey's moss designs

"Between this Thicket and the Wood" by Robert L. Williams 

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