A wondrous tale woven sweetly by your words opens my heart and throat as if I am a singer. I unfold my wings and fly out over the waves singing bird song. Am I searching for Urashima and his princess in that other world.

I started out thinking I about writing just how my heart and throat opens as a result of the weaving of your three tales. But this other tale happened. I feeling strangely triggered - a body memory of sadness arising and once again your story of the Blue Wall comes to mind. Maybe I'm closer to telling it now. I don't know. Life is odd, and marvelous.

Your stories have hidden healing talents inside them. Thank you Rebecca for this story folded in the clouds of mystery and enigma. 🙏💜🌎🕳🌠👏🔮🌟