Mother, where art thou?

Since my mother passed a year ago, my relationship with her has taken on a new, deeper form. There's a presence I feel every day, one that has shifted how I understand love and my connection to something greater. In moments of quiet reflection and meditation, I find myself guided, sometimes unexpectedly, by a wisdom that feels familiar. It's a connection that's hard to explain but impossible to ignore, and it lingers, shaping my path in ways that aren't always clear but always felt. Humor remains a thread between us, weaving through the memories, keeping her close in ways words can’t fully capture. This is what I talk about in the audio.

It's humbling to think of my mom as a child, especially when looking at her as the youngest in a picture. I wonder what thoughts or feelings passed through her young mind—was she filled with curiosity about the world around her, or maybe she was experiencing a moment of innocence and joy, unaware of the life that would unfold before her? Perhaps she felt a sense of wonder, or even a little mischief, as children often do. Whatever it was, there was a mystery at that moment, a glimpse of her before time shaped her into the devoted mother I came to know and love.

Have a great weekend, I hope you are making good use of the energy!