That is so sad and yet so wonderful. I think, mom, that you and I have often discussed how nature is both beautiful and cruel.
I try not to think of death as an end, but as a liberation, so that there is something to rejoice and something to be mourned in both the eggs that drop and the eggs that hatch.
When Sharon and I saw the turtle laying her eggs, she had her foot in the hole to keep the hole protected. But when she lifted her foot out I saw yolk on it. She had crushed one of the eggs while trying to protect it. It was strange for yolk to suddenly take on a whole new meaning for me.
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That is so sad and yet so wonderful. I think, mom, that you and I have often discussed how nature is both beautiful and cruel.
I try not to think of death as an end, but as a liberation, so that there is something to rejoice and something to be mourned in both the eggs that drop and the eggs that hatch.
When Sharon and I saw the turtle laying her eggs, she had her foot in the hole to keep the hole protected. But when she lifted her foot out I saw yolk on it. She had crushed one of the eggs while trying to protect it. It was strange for yolk to suddenly take on a whole new meaning for me.
Everything is bittersweet, huh?
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