It’s been six years since that day we kissed my mama’s body goodbye. Â On that day, when her lively spirit was finally free of her dying body, she flew out that open window in her bedroom and joined the world.
On Granny Creek Day we visit her out there. With intention, we retreat from the business of our daily lives and go to her. Â Into the woods, along a stream, we find her. Â The daffodils are her beauty, simple and stunning. Â The wind is her touch on my cheek, the feel of her stroking my hair again. Â The stream is her body, nutrient rich and life-giving. Her smile is my children’s laughter as they learn to skip rocks.
Today we celebrated the ways which my mom most inspired us. Â The ways she taught us to be in this world. Â The ways she showed us how.
As I watch our alter take shape I remember that I continue to be inspired by her. Â Her life continues to breathe awareness and perspective into my own. Because although I can no longer touch her, or feel her, I am of her.
Loving you today, sweet Mama. Â With gratitude for all of the ways you continue to inspire us all.
M~your words and pictures are so touching. It’s beautiful to see how your mom’s spirit lives on. She was/is such an inspiring woman. Love you, B.
wishing i could give you a big, giant hug. thanks for sharing. sending love from the north.
xo,
M.E.
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Dear Marin, Thank you for this touching remembrance of your Mom. I am so glad that you keep her spirit alive in this way. It’s good for us all who knew her well to reminisce about the many ways she contributed her “joi de vi” to us all.
Love you much,
Dad
Very nice … very nice, indeed.
Love it, Marin, as you remind us of what is really important in life. Your Mom, no doubt, has a great big smile!
OXOX,
Nancy
What a beautiful (peaceful) place; and
What a great tradition.
The picture of you holding the flower tells it all.
Love to everyone,
Bill
Thanks Marin for keeping mom’s spirit alive. I have been dropping flowers in the sac river every year in her memory. She was a great person and I miss her smile and touch.
Love, Moke