Today, wandering up to the studio on a day that began with rain and turned to sun, I'm thinking of my own mother, who I lost almost exactly six years ago; of the children I never had myself; and the people who've become as dear to me as if they were those children, but are friends besides.
There are dark purple violets blooming in the alleys - my mother's favorite flower. And muguet de bois, lilies of the valley, with which I filled the house on the day we said goodbye to her. In so many ways, she's never left -- and what continuing solace and strength I've found in remembering her. She'd be glad of that.
Thinking of you, dear Beth.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | May 13, 2012 at 04:10 PM
Beautiful, Beth.
Posted by: Lucy | May 13, 2012 at 04:26 PM
I'll be meeting my mother in exactly a week, after one year. Your post made me realize what a long year it's been.
Posted by: parmanu | May 13, 2012 at 04:32 PM
Lovely.
I am lucky enough to be with mine today, and have just been looking at her new weaving and what's on the 4-harness loom. 83, going strong.
Posted by: marly youmans | May 13, 2012 at 05:39 PM
My dear Beth, I completely identify with those feelings and this beautiful image. Big hugs.
It will be twelve years in August since ma Maman departed and I miss her all the time. Muguet des bois, and violets, were her favourite flowers.
Posted by: Natalie | May 13, 2012 at 08:25 PM
Ach, you made me cry - in a good way!
Posted by: Jean | May 14, 2012 at 05:46 AM
xo to you, Beth!
Posted by: Ivy | May 14, 2012 at 06:37 AM