Sunday, July 3, 2011

sacred day one hundred eighty-three

sacred soil.

thankfully it's not every day that we bury a family member.  this soil tops the grave of my paternal granfather, which we were placing upon his grave in this moment.  this moment, a meaningful moment shoveling the red dirt of Mississippi upon his resting place with shovels used in the garden, a place he loved.  he shared his veggie bounty with others. there was always a ripe tomato to be had.  it's a sacred moment, a moment that gives body to the goodbyes with sacred soil. 

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