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. 🙏🏻
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.
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. 🙏🏻
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.