Not Just Another Mother Blogger!: lucky

I fled into the mountains to cry out my despair to the skies. Nobody followed me; it was expected that I would do as I was told. Five goats and four lambs, and I was sold into a marriage that I did not want. My tears fell to soak the earth as I sat under an olive tree; I did not see the old woman at first.

She sat so very still that she seemed a part of the mountain itself. She smiled at me with kind eyes. As she tried to stand, I ran to help. I touched her arm, and all of the earth flowed within my veins, the movement of mountains and seas flooding my senses momentarily. The crone finally stood and waited for me to collect myself.

"Whatever is the matter, child?" She asked me. She was a stranger, yet kinder to me than my own father. I did not love Jorn, I told her, who was old and cruel to his sheep. I did not want to marry him.

"I love the blue of the sky, Old One." My heart could not hide my hopes. "I love the rising sun. I love the noon, when the sun is high overhead. I love the light of the sky in the evening before darkness falls."

For a moment the crone stared hard into my eyes.

"You must honor your family." her voice was crisp.

I knew that the old woman was right. With a heavy heart, I turned to make the long trek back to my village, and my duty. The crone's next words stopped me.

"Still, it is lucky that I found you." I stared at her in confusion.

"Look with wonder at that which is before you," the old woman's eyes had gone opaque, her voice had dropped. "And look for me on the day of our wedding, beloved."

The crone vanished, and in her place lay a golden arm band.

Week 13 (my lucky number!)
So, today, we took our son to Boston’s Museum of Science. His favorite part of the museum is the audiokinetic sculpture (or as my son calls it, the ball tower) on the lower level of the atrium, a piece called Archimedean Excogitation, by George Rhoads.
For this week, take your inspiration from this video of the sculpture in motion and from the word WONDER: