Yesterday I wrote about Mother Earth. My birth mother would be 103 today if she were still alive. As it was, she lived to be nearly 96, dying shortly after a fall and a double fracture of her hip.
As you can see from the photograph below, made when she was 95, she was a joyous being right to the end, an inspiration for me in the many ways, especially how she honored Mother Earth and all life that inhabits her.
I know, if I could talk to her today, there’d be a lightness in her about my commotion over her birthday, a laugh or two, genuine interest in whatever I was doing and them some serious few words about how the world needed us all to do whatever we could to help make things better.
I can’t call her on the phone today but I can enjoy the memories and honor her in everything I do. Thanks mom!