The Field

Out there in the Field we meet…

In my last post in May - I wrote fortuitously about meeting out in a field. I have always loved these words by Rumi. This past July my own mother passed from this physical world into another. She is now a beloved ancestor to the world and lineage of my living. She is my mother for all of time - all mothers - holding hearts of tender breaking. There are no words to convey the breaking that happens when you become an orphan without your mother. Wisdom will come - it is there. You - my mother Marjorie Corinne - we are in this field together in all of my imagination. You are a wonder in my world. I love you.