Out to Pasture – A Birthday Pilgrimage:
Sis, I turned 50 years old on January 8th, and though this age for some could seem like the ticket to the pasture for the overrun racehorse [carrying the weight of others on its back, being slapped to run and compete with others despite how its inner being may be struggling, hearing the cheers and the hollers of onlookers who assume based on genetic makeup and prior victories that the race is easy]… In retrospect, this pasturing… is the beginning of a new level of peace and maturity that is not only expected… but required.
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