I had occasion to work with someone I don't know at all today. We were staff at a conference and there was a whole lot of down time and so, we chatted. Her hair was thick and lovely, she was trim and fit. She had beautiful clothing and she took great care with her appearance. We spoke of her social life and her desire to be a mom. She was by outward appearances a confident woman looking for a man, a gal in tune with the biological imperative to reproduce. I couldn't believe what she said and I am still shaking my head in wonder. How is it that people, indeed women today have become so removed from the reality of life?
This seemingly educated young women in a conversation about birth said "It's just not natural. It's totally unnatural to push a baby from you vagina. It's just not natural!"
Ya ha! Is it natural, Honey. That's how it happens most of the time!
Oh my friends we're older tho no wiser, for in our hearts the dreams they're still the same.
When? he asked. When does middle age end and old age begin?
"When" he asked, " when does middle age end and old age begin?"
It took awhile to recover from his question.
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Ancient History: Beyond the Hedge; Pink Cammo
3/31/08
Pink cammo
There it lay, discarded or dropped, at the side of the path. A scarf, a pink cammo scarf, in the dirty receding winter snow waiting perhaps for Spring?
Is there a nefarious plan afoot to secret tiny girls in rose bushes; sweet spring babies in the apple blossoms?
Pink cammo
There it lay, discarded or dropped, at the side of the path. A scarf, a pink cammo scarf, in the dirty receding winter snow waiting perhaps for Spring?
Is there a nefarious plan afoot to secret tiny girls in rose bushes; sweet spring babies in the apple blossoms?
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