Dictators ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry. - Winston Churchill
SuNdAy, MaY 14, 2006 // post #15

title : mother and child
medium : watercolour, pencil & ink on paper
dimensions : 4 3/4″ wide x 5 3/8″ high
Today, in North America at least, we observe the calendar date reserved by a greeting card company for the propagation and sale of Mother’s Day greetings, flowers, luncheons and dinners. That being said, the capitalist root of it all duly noted, I cannot object to it because mothers are such unsung heroes in this culture.
If your mother was less than good to you then she was surely under some terrible weight and could not quite lift it. Forgive her. Before you landed on earth her body was your home planet. Without the transitional home she provided you would not have survived here. If you find your life to be a curse you cannot thank her for then you are asleep in the underworld and you must wake up to find the way home.
Whomever mothered you is your mother and it may not be the person who carried you inside. Our mother’s are the best picture of interconnectedness that we can find. Consider your belly button.
Honour your mother, regardless.
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