Today, Mother’s Day, I enjoyed a beautiful day, and there’s that place of missing my mother, so I balance on what’s here today, family, though seen on a screen not in person, and my mother as she floats freely now.

I read poems, articles, and essays on mothers, motherhood, mother nature, mother earth.  All comes through mother, and yet on this day, I feel such expanse as though my mind is a fallow field.  I soften and rest like flowers not yet ready to rise and lift out of the ground.  

And now it’s 8 PM and the howl begins.  It’s a given these days, and dogs and turkeys join in.

Tomorrow is a new day as we rise knowing the rhythm in honoring from where we come and what now births.