One damp March day I walked by a Park Avenue high rise and looked down into the well manicured landscaping. There was an early hyacinth pushing forth from the dark earth. Mama Earth's sensuality and her raw exposure of life's birthing process, creation itself, left me short of breath. I blushed and turned away.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
When nature feels a bit exposed...
One damp March day I walked by a Park Avenue high rise and looked down into the well manicured landscaping. There was an early hyacinth pushing forth from the dark earth. Mama Earth's sensuality and her raw exposure of life's birthing process, creation itself, left me short of breath. I blushed and turned away.
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