Inside these sealed glass balls live shrimp, algae, and bacteria, all swimming around in filtered seawater. Put it somewhere with some light, and this little ecosystem will chug along happily for years, no feeding or cleaning necessary
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
“To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.”
Watching her try to hold the ends of a nearly broken rope together,
With a single frayed fiber remaining in the middle,
The only thing that keeps the two ends in continuity.
With the skin of her hands raw from the strain of holding the weight for so long.