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.