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.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Outside
Outside my french doors of my beautiful little garden suite, sits April May June. This is her in early summer. As sun and showers nourished her, she wore the abundance of life with the radiant glory of serrated red and green leaves. Now, as the weather chills and the growing time of summer has past, she is in the autumn of her life this year. Leaves are shrivelling and dying, browning and falling as her outer radiance withdraws inward to keep roots healthy. It is in a sense a time out that is accepted as it is. It is only us humans who are incredulous of change even though it is the most obvious experience.
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