Figuratively / Literally

My heart, broken in 2011 (dramatics aside, pangs and pains most definitely took up residence in my heart), has this day, August 25, 2015 been left in NC with my child. I wasn’t certain I would survive the jagged edges of grief these past few years; Now I wonder at embracing the jagged edges of joy for my child as I forge forward singularly.

Advertisements

Loss Lingers and More

Our phone conversation coming to a close, she says “Happy Mother’s Day”.  I respond in kind with heartfelt measure.  Disconnecting the call, my face crumbles, and there is it. Again. Loss. Grief. Longing.  This memory recall within my center. Mom.

She feels it I know. How she is missed.  Yet it is important she continues her healing journey toward peace, on that higher plain, joined by the others that are also missed.

I then stand here and will joy and gratitude to return.

And I wish all of my sisters, aunts, nieces, cousins, friends, as mothers or as mothered, here and beyond, a heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day.

My mom and my daughter

My mom and my daughter. Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, 2000