May 8, 2022·edited May 8, 2022Liked by Rev. Shoren Heather
This Mother’s Day, remembering with gratitude my artist mom’s mysterious, joyful enthusiastic and sometimes depressing expressions of form and color and my dad’s endless loving patience for her. 🙏🏻
Waking up means sitting on a bench in the forest with a dear friend and listening to the babbling of a brook among the Redwood trees. Now, the challenge is to emulate that same attention and feeling of presence in everyday tasks.
This Mother’s Day, remembering with gratitude my artist mom’s mysterious, joyful enthusiastic and sometimes depressing expressions of form and color and my dad’s endless loving patience for her. 🙏🏻
Waking up means sitting on a bench in the forest with a dear friend and listening to the babbling of a brook among the Redwood trees. Now, the challenge is to emulate that same attention and feeling of presence in everyday tasks.
The brook flows through your bone, marrow, and blood. Redwoods are your trunk and limbs. There is no you. No me. Just being=Just love.