A New Name For Mother
I wandered in an age old place with gray framed memories and dusty floors
a small girl child crouched just out of reach and watched me
not afraid, but not quite friendly.
She followed me, expectantly
as though I might show her something.
Without warning I came upon a woman I remember
with hands like mine and a broken voice
she didn’t look up, not even once.
She was busy spinning a blanket for herself.
She seemed incapable of looking at me.
I wanted her to see me – to hear me
but my words became solid and fell into the dust –
they couldn’t reach her
like they never, ever reached her.
I turned and looked at the little girl and she stepped out of the shadows.
I reached out my hand and she took it.
Quietly, gently, we opened the door and found the sun rising;
we looked at each other and smiled.
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About Morning Knits
I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church.
I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten.
Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
beautiful 🙂