Each of us is mother to ourselves, to each other, to the earth.  Four Sunday’s ago at 5 AM, I learned my brother passed away. I still struggle to understand.  I look into the hearts of orchid flowers – see images – see a bunny in this one. I see the world differently these days, more intimately, more expansively. I feel my brother showing me new horizons as he expands and I feel him here. Tears come like mist for waterfalls, ponds for flowers, frogs, and birds.

I’m with these words of Albert Einstein that anchor my latest book and inspired my midlife search that I share in “Airing Out the Fairy Tale”.

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

And may his words, all words, bring forth a Mother’s Day that wraps the years in love and gives space to embrace “all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

I still carry the weight of grief, like a talisman in my heart and I honor the depth of the path as it opens and spreads.