Sunday, May 12, 2019


"One lamp- thy mother's love- amid the stars
Shall lift its pure flame changeless..."
~ Nathanial Parker Willis ~

I am a mother and I have a mother, 
and the mother relationship from both sides evolves over time. 
Like the weather, it's sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy,
Sometimes booming with thunder,
Sometimes cracking with lightening,
And sometimes clear and soft as a new snow. 

I have compassion for my mother as she ages,
And for my children as they become adults,
And my role in their lives seems to be loving and letting go,
And more loving, and more letting go,
And boundaries,
And listening,
And patience,
And courage,
And faith. 

I own my part in the ancestral bloodline.