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Published: October 1st 2015
The skyline lingers with hundreds of cranes maneuvering, their necks through the clouds in a methodological fashion. The sidewalks downtown are in shambles, as pedestrian paths are barricaded, rerouted, and covered in construction zones by repurposed connex boxes. Buildings hunch over, innards exposed as theirs bricks pile on the ground below, as if the quake had shaken the city the day prior. Beh...
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Susan Pryor
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The Afterlife....
Somehow the soul of Christchurch - like our own - has endured the loss of it's material clothes - just as we must and will endure the loss of our bodies when we transition ... What is left is illuminatingly poignant and paradoxically beautiful - life 'real life' has been unveiled - as if the heart is exposed in open heart surgery ... maybe we would with our material eyes want to close up the gapping chest but to a surgeon - to a lover of the anatomy this sight is just perfect ... Christchurch is a soul unclothed, a heart exposed ... maybe in time it will reincarnate into new clothes ... the heart wound will with the best plasrtic sugeon become invisble - and then some people might decide it is 'worth' a visit. However to me last time I went to Christchurch - once the home of my past ... I surrendered all that I had held her to be; and became immersed in who she is ... and my feet trod the paths, broken, my eyes the shambled houses and like the poet turns sorrow into a treasury of love - I too felt my love emerge - for love never changes, and I loved her once before. This was reassurring for my soul. Thank you Rebekah for this moving (no pun intended) work of love on Christchurch! Regards, S :)