YOUR child, MY child, EVERYONE’S child

Ongoing

We learned together to live in the presence of absence.

Flowers help to express the nature of fertility and decay, the years of waiting, remembering what the heart imagined, and our often-painful road to acceptance.

Something beautiful has emerged between us and, by sharing our story, I aim to reveal a transcendent love.

BEAUTIFUL AGE what we never SEE, even though we are looking

Ongoing

An ode to my mother.

I feel life is going by so quickly and my love for her glows warmer in the glory of winter light, sensing her departure is near. We live together now in a house built long ago. Cluttered and utterly beautiful I imagine this house without her and feel a lamenting, lilting sway of sadness.

There is something intensely quiescent and yet readily available within her gaze. We are both feeling the defeat of time and I aim to reveal a soul that is warrior-like and ageless, and yet not timeless.