My Mother Myself



Animals are so wise:

this one is called, “When I was pregnant with my mother.”

I think we are called to families where it is often hard to see why we are there. It’s a lifetime for me of wondering and awe how I came to make the choice I had to make to end up where I am.
All choices, all angles, all around.
As much as I always wanted to be somewhere else when I was young, I never could really fathom what that would be like and tended to cling to what I knew no matter.
What would I do in your family? No clue.

So I’ll take a moment to revel in mine. It does kind of fit by now. Yours too?


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