Finding Happiness in What You Carry: A Bit About Mother’s Day

“Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine alone, but a living continuation of my mother and all my ancestors. These feet that I saw as ‘my’ feet were actually ‘our’ feet. Together, my mother and I were leaving damp footprints […]

“Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine alone, but a living continuation of my mother and all my ancestors. These feet that I saw as ‘my’ feet were actually ‘our’ feet. Together, my mother and I were leaving damp footprints