I have been spending time in Arizona with my mother. She is almost 90 and now meeting her first serious health crisis. Her mortality is plainly evident and I am experiencing the feelings of unraveling.
Although we have existed as separate bodies for almost 50 years I feel how we are still intimately connected. As the body from which I came enters this ultimate stage of letting-go, the waves of grief and wonder in my own body are rhythmic.
I find myself spontaneously crying or dancing or singing. Making use of the human tools for transformation.
I am grateful that my work allows me to practice and share the vessels that carry me across the most challenging rivers.