My mother is a rose, all color stripped away. My mother is a dying rose.
One day she will bloom again. – Nancy Gerber
May you be happy
May you be healthy
May you be safe
May you live with ease
(Buddhist chant) – Marjorie Tesser
January 4,1978: 8:30 P.M. It’s you! You’ve begun. I’m giddy. Positively light-headed. I’d better be: tonight I oppose myself into motherhood.
Tonight I descend, tonight I rise. Tonight I am halved, tonight I am doubled. Tonight I lose you forever, tonight I meet you for the first time. Tonight I cheat death. Tonight I die.
Palpable, luminous, the Mysteries unfold: arcs of paradox. I can touch them. I am them. – Phyllis Chesler
… you will learn this one day; we will look deep into his eyes and there we will find the immense love he hides. Because it is that love we shall trust in and we shall fall in love with, every day … WORDS OF LOVE – from Linee Rosa by Dyana Gravina
Generations: Florence, Bertha, Alice, Martha, Zena, Estelle – Anonymous
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love – Stevie Wonder
January 6, 1979: This soft belly, rounded still, with your footprint. Proof of your origin, your passage through. Here, here is where you walked, without setting foot to earth. Your first moon, little astronaut.
Because of you, I’ll return to Earth, transformed: no longer a virgin, but a mother, married to a child. Together we have engaged in alchemy.
Know, Ariel: We have always been separate. While I was pregnant. During labor. From the moment you were born. Always I had some sense of your utter separate reality.
And who could be closer than we two? – Phyllis Chesler