The month of May is a special one for me. I have so many memories of this month that can take me to the edge of the abyss. It is the month of my birth but also the birth of my wonderful Papa. He sits there on May 17th with his music, stories and big heart ways. He waves to assure he is only waiting and holding our spot. Still I miss him and have to watch the big whole in my heart so I do not fall in. May 18th holds death. I dare not even think too hard to remember but it is not easily ignored. My brother sits there and he smiles his angel smile. Then there is the May of every year when those I love, love me back in celebration. Wonderful birthdays with thoughtful gifts of music, art and handmade things. Food! and getting older. May is also the month of celebrating the awe inspiring matriarchs of my family. Tia Cucha, more than 80 and still teaching us so much is there on May 3rd. I hope to enjoy life and family as she does when I get there too. May 29th and SISTER all rolled into one. My sister is my friend. I need her to help me hold all the rest of May and not collapse. We are often partners in thought if not in action when it comes to REVOLUTION around mother's day. We promise that next year we will just take Mama out and have a great time. But we are mothers and long to spend the day with the four generations all gathered together for better or worse. Mother's Day is also in May! What can we do but live and love and take it all in and die a little bit each year only to see another May full of more love and life and renewal.
The month of May is a special one for me. I have so many memories of this month that can take me to the edge of the abyss. It is the month of my birth but also the birth of my wonderful Papa. He sits there on May 17th with his music, stories and big heart ways. He waves to assure he is only waiting and holding our spot. Still I miss him and have to watch the big whole in my heart so I do not fall in. May 18th holds death. I dare not even think too hard to remember but it is not easily ignored. My brother sits there and he smiles his angel smile. Then there is the May of every year when those I love, love me back in celebration. Wonderful birthdays with thoughtful gifts of music, art and handmade things. Food! and getting older. May is also the month of celebrating the awe inspiring matriarchs of my family. Tia Cucha, more than 80 and still teaching us so much is there on May 3rd. I hope to enjoy life and family as she does when I get there too. May 29th and SISTER all rolled into one. My sister is my friend. I need her to help me hold all the rest of May and not collapse. We are often partners in thought if not in action when it comes to REVOLUTION around mother's day. We promise that next year we will just take Mama out and have a great time. But we are mothers and long to spend the day with the four generations all gathered together for better or worse. Mother's Day is also in May! What can we do but live and love and take it all in and die a little bit each year only to see another May full of more love and life and renewal.
