I reach out my hand to God that He may carry me along as a feather is borne weightlessly by the wind...
~ Hildegard of Bingen
I have long imagined that at some point in the process of creation there must have come a point of stillness and silence after all the chaotic churning and gurgling of lava and rain. In my visioning eye I see this first moment of silence, almost as if I had been there, and the spirit of the mist is there, hovering.