Mother’s Day

In celebration of all mothers, everywhere, of every kind. · 15 hrs · Nice Capture, Motherhood

And oh would we had known—as with so many things—how short a time those babes would be in our arms. How terrible and joyous the days could be. What music and silence.

Post Mum’s Day

Slump. When the kid leaves there’s this big yapping hole that slips within my space. The Indestructible Energy has moved to become peaking and waning motions of energy here, fields that shake or shiver or are silent. That’s the thing, Silent. As silent as remorse or a sleeping cat. A constant connection that moves like sound waves. Water through a hose, making a fountain of captured rainbows. Doors opened and shut. Words written on the air. Calm. Breathing. Returning to remembered cottages, and rivers.


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