This beautiful quote from a long deceased Norwegian writer was posted on facebook last week by my dear friend (and exemplary mother of five!) Kim Durdin. Though I am taken by its loveliness in general, it resonates quite poignantly today as we celebrate mothers, the first to remember our songs, bear us aloft and remind us of who we truly are.
In honor of my own sweet Mama, whose gradual drift from the tethers of memory is losing track of her magnificent song, I lift my voice in reminiscence, gratitude and boundless love.
Painter. Poet. Mother.