while inspecting grief

Today someone said

We begin grieving the moment we take our first breath

It made sense to me in this way

That  maybe we begin to lose our innocence the moment we take our first breath

Like the whole idea of Eden is just shattered once we leave the warm embrace of the amniotic sac

Once we take our first gulp of air laden with fragments of scent and chemicals and impurity

Maybe that’s what they meant by original sin

Maybe we just interpreted that wrong

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I’m Donata

Welcome! Aren’t you lucky to have arrived here?! Here is where I ramble on about all things life, garden, food! I love to write my days away, and I love to share! I love to grow food, flavor, and remedy, and I love to share that too! I’m thrilled that you’re here, for if you weren’t, who would I share it all with?

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