sacred soil.
7.2.2011
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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