Honoring Mothers -

          Healing

          I sit among the stones,

          still and silent,

          spacious as a field

          of Arctic terns,

          flying

          pole to pole -

          the sea in me is vast

          the waves

          forming and reforming,

          opening and closing,

          like the sail

          upon the mast

Amazing!  I hear a tapping at my window.  Two chickadees are trying to enter.
I choose to image them, as my mother and father, letting me know they are here.
The imagination is ours to choose.  I choose to feel my parents close, tapping at my window, little Chickadees, in flight with ease!