I’d like to imagine all of us writing with light-struck fingers: creating magical art. Our bodies are created with magic and it comes out in many ways: from fingers, hearts, eyes, arms, lips.
The light-struck fingers which first touched our babies, touched our breasts and the spoons with which we fed them, and the washcloth in the tiny bathtub.
Our fingers which touched our parents hands, our pets, the starfish, our first books, pencils, and the desks at school.
Better yet: light-struck fingers connecting to magic around and above and far out into the universe to make our marks.