A Fish Called Rosa-Marie

Small pond at JH

Many years ago, a strange thing happened to me as I paused to watch a fish swim in a pretty little pond in my mother’s garden.  It shimmered as the sunlight reflected off its beautiful golden scales.  I stood there taking in its beauty  – and then a remarkable happening occurred.  As I watched its mesmorizing beauty I suddenly became the fish.  I had fins and a tail  and as I opened my mouth and water rushed in and I could feel it go through my gills.  Everything felt normal, I was just experiencing what it was like to be … Read More…