Mother’s Day. So many whisper’s tease my heart. With stubborn persistence one whisper prevailed. Which mother do I celebrate? The mother I knew growing up? Alternatively, do I celebrate the mother I’ve come to know since her death nineteen years ago?…..
Sometimes the simplicity of of small things leaves me breathless. That I would be graced to see beauty in something so easily unnoticed leaves me in awe. It reminds me of you Mama. No need for the dazzling display of sunrise or…..
I can focus upon the mountain and the wall between its reality and my sight. I can focus upon the cloud that has decided to sit on the earth for a while. I can even focus upon the flat and barren mesa and the tree…..
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