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Double-edged sword



The Pygmalion Lesson is to never fall in love with your own creation.

But I have to admit, I really like the above image. I named it, "Double-edged Sword." I don't usually create fanciful titles for my work, ironically. I usually name them something like "red flower 1" and "yellow flower 2." Still, just look at the edges...nature carved that.

It really makes me think about how we humans think of ourselves as the top of the food chain, if you take my meaning.

Or maybe I was there already due to the corn.

(The corn, as it happens, is done now. The shriveling stalks are left there. I don't know what to do with them. I can't bear to cut them down, yet. But I know I should. I'm sure my husband will take care of it with the next lawn mow. He's not as sentimental about it as I am. As is evidenced by the way he so cavalierly threw away the corn husks. I mean, this is the man I nag daily about not tossing things on the counter or floor, "There's a trash can you know!" "There's aAnd he picks up my carefully laid out corn husks---that I was drying to make a doll for my daughter---and throws them out. Whatever posessed him? And why hasn't such an urge struck him since? LOL)

So back to Pygmalion.

Not to get too deep or introspective---although I do and probably will---but isn't it all sort of our own creation? And won't some of us even kill to protect what we have created? It's a fierce defensive urge, this keeping within what we know, believe and create. It ranges from a comfort zone to our reason for being.

And isn't it amazing how wildly it varies from person to person?

Maybe you think the photo above is utter crap, whilst I am fascinted and ruminate on it.

I grew up the black sheep in my family so it seems easy to me to understand that we can all come and go with really different perspectives and someone doesn't have to be wrong.

I also understand not everything is a fit.

So it's okay...love the photo or not. I enjoy it.

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Comments

Om.powered said…
I love it.

But...but...he threw out the husks? ACK!!

I am so sorry.

xo

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