Yesterday was strange and windy. Went walking in the afternoon air. Wind always feels like spirits in the atmosphere to me. Especially in these waning autumnal days leading into the Days of the Dead. Veils thinning. Spied some feijoas knocked to the ground. I love this little green egg shaped fruit with it's aromatic tangy pulp. I rescued them and now they are nested in a green bowl on our ancestor altar. Here's Martha and George Sutherland smiling at them. My great grandparents. My Mom's mom's mom and pop. Their daughter, my Grandma Sylvia, just turned 86!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Feijoa Offering
Yesterday was strange and windy. Went walking in the afternoon air. Wind always feels like spirits in the atmosphere to me. Especially in these waning autumnal days leading into the Days of the Dead. Veils thinning. Spied some feijoas knocked to the ground. I love this little green egg shaped fruit with it's aromatic tangy pulp. I rescued them and now they are nested in a green bowl on our ancestor altar. Here's Martha and George Sutherland smiling at them. My great grandparents. My Mom's mom's mom and pop. Their daughter, my Grandma Sylvia, just turned 86!
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