When my mother passed, I felt her in Pt. Reyes, at Pierce Point, a piece of land with the Pacific Ocean on one side, and Tomales Bay on the other. You pass from one continental plate to the other to get to Pierce Point. The land literally moves under your feet.
School begins now; it is that time of year. Perhaps we all remember our first day of school, that letting go of mother's hand.
It is a precious bond, mother and child. We lived in the spaceship of her womb for nine months, and then, we were out and the cord was cut, and we looked around, and over the years, the cord was cut symbolically again and again.
Today is for mothers, mother earth, my mother, and yours. Peace!