Category: Plum Sport Date: October 3, 2016
With a steaming mug of hot lemon water near my yoga mat it is flexibility I seek.
There is still life after the start-to-finish -body is gone, of course y’all know this.
Beginnings can be quite startling. We quiver from the unexplained and spook easily with our limited view of perceived unknowns. Our life journey can sometimes seem like a perpetual bump-in-the-night, only to end up a corpse in a cold cemetery, rotting down to the bones, with xenoglossy whispers lurking in the shadows, words that you can’t ever quite make out… we’re talkin’ a scare fest here!
There was nothing spine-chilling going on when a bunch of us gathered at the Reilly Springs Cemetery on a very hot East Texas day in early autumn. Quite the contrary, the sun’s rays shined on all. How can you be afraid in the light?
When I think of shoppin’, “grave” shoppin’ is not what pop’s in my mind, but, here I am… “grave” shoppin’.
When we think of our loved ones divine spark, we only want to remember the good, the love, so, really it’s a remembrance shrine that we will be puttin’ on the graves, for when the start-to-finish-body is gone, what’s left is only whatever has been and always will be… LIFE. Remember life..
Unmarked graves? I be tip-toein’ through the bones!
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