the other morning i was up and out the door at the crack of dawn to drive my daughter to work. on the way back i saw a young woman standing in front of a doorway holding a gold vase in her outstretched to the heavens arms, pouring something out onto the ground.
what ritual was i witnessing i wonder?
it was such a beautiful gesture, this offering. something so out of place, so…primal.
it was one of those moments where i have to ask myself, did i really just see that or hear that?
i don’t always believe what i see or think or hear. i am never completely certain of things.
Planting Along The Verge 
It was whatever your mind told you it was. That.
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you can be certain of this, because it entered your heart. it moved you to wonder, so it was completely real. but there is a wistful note to this post. i suspect you are not done wondering about this gesture. perhaps it is less what the ritual was for the woman you saw and more what this glimpse of it meant to you?
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I think you are right on the money Angella. as usual!
xxoo
Ms Moon…
i'm not sure what my mind told me it was but the wondering and wonder of it lingers.
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Sounds beautiful. We need all the offerings we can get.
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I have no idea why I've missed all of your posts! But I sure am glad to be back here and will catch up. I hope that all is well — it sure looks beautiful, though!
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