As I leaned forward to touch my forehead to the mat in front of me at the end of my practice on the morning of my younger son’s 18th birthday, an image of my oft broken and much mended heart appeared. Although I was thinking of the metaphysical heart space, the cave of the heart, the seat of deep emotions, the picture that popped into my mind was the anatomical heart - bulbous, deep red, a meaty muscle - but in this case criss-crossed with myriad gold threads.
Thank you, Sarah, for this beautiful meditation on life’s stages and mending a broken heart.
Thank you for this Sarah. Forests are definitely special- I spent a week in June in the rain forest of Washington state. That was amazing.
Congrats on your new space and graduating out of everyday children concerns. As you say mothering is forever.
Thanks, Kerry.
I look forward to taking a walk in the woods with you sometime soon!