Last evening my mother and I were treated to a gorgeous dinner of pasta with shrimp by my daughters at their place. That my girls have created such a warm and comfortable home gives me a lot of pleasure. We love to celebrate over meals in our family; it's fortunate that we all love good food, and take its nourishment both physically and spiritually. As such, events around shared meals are always happy times for us, and they always include lingering conversations around the table.
It’s magical to celebrate the thread of generations running through us. My sisters and I have always regretted not having ever known our maternal grandmother, for she is no doubt a source of a substantial part of our sensibilities - the way we see and experience things. But we feel it; somehow we know this element of us, and that’s the magic part.
And yesterday I was celebrating my mother. Steadfast in her love and support, she’s always had my back, from the time I was little to me now at 49. She is wise, sensible, spiritual, gentle and faithful. She’s a friend, role model and confidante. She passed on to me a love of simple pleasures, home cooking, natural fibres, nature and a comfortable home. And nice feet.
Yesterday was the day we celebrated it, but every day I’m thankful for my beautiful mother, and the line of strong and wise women behind her, who through that golden thread of ancestry have shaped who my daughters and I have become.