She knows it…I know it too.
Her days in the pastures are numbered.
She looked at me as it to say:
‘Please don’t worry…
I’ll be safe…
I’ll be warm…
I’ll see you in the spring
When the earth is greening.’
Wistful
I watched as this mother turned and looked back.
Wistful.
The carefree days of summer have come to a bittersweet end.
I was reminded of that annual rite of passage.
Back to school.
And - I watched as this child trotted alongside her
…eagerly looking forward to all the unknown and new.
I’m not ready.
And - I am.
I’ve loved the break…the pause…this space that I’ve carved out in this in between.
It’s been a long time since I’ve needed to measure my time to the season’s rhythms
…and yet…and still - I do.
So - here it is. September.
Time to return…to begin…to take one last look back
Before bravely stepping into whatever awaits
…and all that so patiently lies ahead.
Between Mother and Child
Sometimes - I feel an almost intruder…
A voyeur - of sorts.
A one - who is lucky enough to be present…
To bear witness…
To be a part of…
Such intimate moments between mother and newborn child.