Tuesday, August 30, 2011

sacred day two hundred thirty-eight

picking figs.

picking figs is a delight! picking figs at the home of church friends brought back memories of picking figs over the years at my grandmother's homeplace.  fig picking in this day was a sacred act, connecting hospitality, memory, the earth, the promise of sustinence.  oh, what a gift.  what a gift.

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