For nine years my mom became, a major focus — and for Kit, too, as he visited her almost as much as I did. At first, the loss of my mom, a beloved focal point, was disorienting. My Center was missing. Bad enough to be grieving, God, without feeling aimless.
Give Sorrow Words, the Grief that Does Not Speak,
Whispers to the Or’ Fraught Heart and Bids it Break.
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, Expand my Heart
, processing on deeper levels
I’m not sure our society or our scientists understand the Physical Cellular Connection between Momthers and Daughters. We share mitochondria. We share the deepest possible physical connection.
I am quite certain that as sins go mine could be worse. But, that misses the point! The point IS that they are Mine and they are tired of being ignored and locked up. They want to come up and be dealt with — or at least acknowledged. That requires of me both personal Courage and personal Respect.