You have always been the brightest star in my sky from the moment I began as a speck in your womb. You have nourished and nurtured me with your body until my birth.

We were one.  Then we became two. You forgot that sometimes but that’s okay. It’s the being human and the mother in you.  It’s hard to let go and watch me stumble, fall and bruise myself.  It’s part of learning for both of us.  It hurts for only a little while.  I can get up and dust myself off.

Though I can feel you in my bones, in the marrow of my body, we are separate beings. Sometimes I forget and feel I have to protect you from hurts. That’s being human and the daughter in me.  I forgot you knew how to get up and dust yourself off long before I could.  It’s allowed – this being human and caring for each other.  We are doing the best we can.

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Writing from the woods, one can see life’s brightest stars.  The sky is not obscured with city noise, lights, distractions and pollutions.  August is almost over.  I can feel, see and hear the autumn around me – the beauty of changing seasons.