Monday, May 16, 2011

sacred day one hundred thirty-two

another egg.
5.12.2011

each thursday over the last six (maybe seven) weeks, i encounter birds. whether an egg, a bird blown from it's nest, a broken egg with yoke beside, each week brings forth a new story.  this day as i was visiting sacred souls, i noticed this egg (different from the robins' eggs i keep encountering) in a raised flower bed near their front door.  while i don't know what these eggs mean, i sense the sacred's presence within them on these sacred days in particular.

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