moving stars

"Dragonflies came and hovered over the pool.  They were all colors of blue -- powdery sky blue, dark night blue, shimmering with almost black iridescent light, and mountain blue.  There were stories about the dragonflies too.  He turned.  Everywhere he looked, he saw a world made of stories, the long ago, time immemorial stories, as old Grandma called them.  It was a world alive, always changing and moving; and if you knew where to look, you could see it, sometimes almost imperceptible, like the motion of the stars across the sky."


-Leslie Marmon Silko, Ceremony