By Robert Bowen Jr.
I don’t know when the last time was that l carved a pumpkin into a Jack-o-Lantern. It felt so good to indulge in doing so this Halloween. Maybe the hermetically sealed virtual environment this last year and a half made me that much hungrier for what l consider ultimately one of most tactile of experiences carried over from childhood. What is it about a handful of stringy pumpkin slime and all those seeds that speaks of God? Gosh, all those seeds! I was somewhat arrested by my own amazement at just how prolific nature is in securing that such a simple thing as a pumpkin should be guaranteed seemingly countless opportunities at reproduction. Just how much nature covers her own butt in making sure every species can’t help but carry on simply because of the inexhaustible supply of seeds, larvae, eggs, sperm and endless variations on such themes of the birds and bees. Yeah. Applying this paradigm to my own life l find some blissful relief thinking that like this little pumpkin, Life is jam packed with a myriad of versions of itself. And how like the pumpkin, is inherently at once the pumpkin patch of pumpkin patches. ❤🍊
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