one who does almost everything, just keeps going
always the student,
teacher, sharer of stories
swims inside language, uses it as a tool to express & listen
to care, to love, to be tender, to understand
appreciative of the littlest of things
and the best moment all in one day
trying to find a word for beyond exhausted
mixed with a love that keeps going and growing
folded into a deep daily joy (even in the most trying of times)
that doesn't compare to anything i ever knew before....
maybe it's the word
and then i don't know anything again
and i am determined to
as it's where i live
it's going back home
stretch some more
like that first home
it all makes sense in there
warm, cozy, like before
thank you for making me a mother...
as i mother myself, as i listen to myself, to my voice, my mothering, my idea of what should happen...
as i hear what i like, don't like, cut, edit, paste, be, dance, create, put out into hearts, mine, yours,
i learn what it is this time & reshape what it was last time... unconditional, listening, open, open, open...
i feel blessed to know this part as it has become my whole. i also want to start a revolution...that we have a mothers week or month..anyone in?
happy day to all those who create, to all who mother,
to all who give life to something, dance this dance, we are all mothers somewhere inside......xxx
thank you mom.