The Bittersweet Trip to Hays
All is High
Relief
Surreality with Love
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The wind carries me to Hays
even the flowers are traumatized
Who you think you are, be really. Peace Love Compassion Anger Fear Judgment Basket Bucket Honor Crime Rape Integrity Grace DisGrace Selfishness Us Them Mercy Rigidity Now Now Black grey White (What do you think it means to Be Kind To Each Other?) Freedom versus Utopia Good gray Evil Sacred grey Profane Peace gray Fear Asleep grey Awake Violence gray Understanding Pride grey Humility The Art of Rape Sacrifice Innocent Real gray Deception Gift grey Seduction Truth Hope Love
Thank You for a Lovely set of images that summarize the Day you came out and then indeed the day we put her to rest: and my mothers STILL BLOOMING flowers! to the perfectly parked tractor at the foot of her grave.
ReplyDeleteAnd the 'distraction...
I did not set about dress for the day- but I love the colors.
I wonder if the Green biscuits and 'pizza bones' are still Safe in there with her??
THANK YOU..
ReplyDeletemy mom was so proud of those flowers for living clear to thanksgiving that year..
ReplyDelete....she never walked out to see the grave of the dog she loved so much....