a poem for my son

mother’s day

when you were born
my days
were suddenly full
of trees and apples
of hope
and the machinations of terror

I conceived of space

my world became
the size of a seed
pointed and round
no intruders
a harvest of possibility
only sorrow that I could imagine

my world became
a growing diamond
in your eyes

I conceived of love
I became home

 

With Love,

  • The Ocean + Rose Meditation

    “Cutting cords” is not always the best approach to letting go.

    The Divine has space for your pain, too.
    Offer it up to be transmuted.

  • Love + Radiance

    Tend to your subconscious—aka your Inner Child—with steady compassion.

  • The Ocean + Rose Meditation

    “Cutting cords” is not always the best approach to letting go.

    The Divine has space for your pain, too.
    Offer it up to be transmuted.

  • Love + Radiance

    Tend to your subconscious—aka your Inner Child—with steady compassion.

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