The old nun had lived by the rules her whole life. In fact, she strongly enforced them on herself and everybody else she came in contact with.
Rules that were never questioned - just enforced.
Beliefs that were never looked at - just lived.
The Love forced upon her by the young native girl and her cowboy friend circled round and round inside her brain - like a dog looking for a comfortable place to lay.
Finding none, he went looking elsewhere.
In her despair, she traded her black habit in for a royal purple one that fit much better and contained more of life's Mystery.
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Hmmmmm? Ya got ol' Wollf on this one.
None of my interpretations are fit to print, lol
Wollf
Prepare to delete......
You have completely stumped Wollf busy brain on this one, PWW.
Love of the girl, a Cowboy, the nun changes into a purple habit...
Forgive my forwardness....are you feeling "friskey"?
Hmmmmmmmm?
Wollf
You are Too funny - but then again you may be right - but just not in the sense you probably meant it.
The old nun in me - unable to cope with the loss of Love after once knowing it - finally set aside her grief and her former rigidity (that stopped being a part of her when she first fell in love with the "Rainbow Stew" guy.)
This is the "black habit" of the nun which she trades in for the purple one of the "crown chakra" which opens her to those deeper mysteries in life and death.
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