All things Mother.

Belatedly, a panicked reaction to not having an entry to mother’s day, to wish upon earthly mothers the grounding that they provided for ages - to fly off into the ether to have their hearts be flown into the wonders that what their creations (or co-creations) have now de-mystifyingly surround them with, in their time.

May is summer and time to enjoy the outdoors - and the sun, as fleeting as it showers its warmth on our shores, ripening our avocados, burnishing faces, blondening highlights, and signals us to all things fun.

Mothers look like this.
stared at this pic forever while on the phone....jpg

Happy Mother’s Day, everyone.

 
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