I'm so happy that I can't stop crying--Sting.
These are beautiful days. It's amazing how absolutely gorgeous Spring is in New York City. The light alone streaming through the delicious apple green trees makes everyone sparkly.
I called my Mom today, on a pause riding my bicycle down the West Side Highway bike path. I looked at the Hudson, choppy with the wind bursting with joy. I say joy, though I have no idea if rivers experience joy as they approach salty water. I was joyful and projected it on the cresting water, white with air.
My mother is happy. She has a deep faith which she passed on to me. It's sustained me and kept me strong in the face of the impossible. We said prayers for each other on the phone. She's got a new adventure coming up and I have one too: so we held faith for each other that something bigger than both of us would guide us. We reflected on the fact that we as a family have been through many challenges and somehow we've been guided and protected and come out of each adventure, stronger, wiser and with even more faith. And, we shared with each other how by witnessing each other, cheering each other on, these adventures were more sustainably learning opportunites. And so our relationship continues.
We cheer each other on.
It's amazing how faith has different forms. My mother's faith is quite different in appearance than mine. And yet, on this Sunday, we came together, if virtually, by phone.
Happy Mother's Day.
These are beautiful days. It's amazing how absolutely gorgeous Spring is in New York City. The light alone streaming through the delicious apple green trees makes everyone sparkly.
I called my Mom today, on a pause riding my bicycle down the West Side Highway bike path. I looked at the Hudson, choppy with the wind bursting with joy. I say joy, though I have no idea if rivers experience joy as they approach salty water. I was joyful and projected it on the cresting water, white with air.
My mother is happy. She has a deep faith which she passed on to me. It's sustained me and kept me strong in the face of the impossible. We said prayers for each other on the phone. She's got a new adventure coming up and I have one too: so we held faith for each other that something bigger than both of us would guide us. We reflected on the fact that we as a family have been through many challenges and somehow we've been guided and protected and come out of each adventure, stronger, wiser and with even more faith. And, we shared with each other how by witnessing each other, cheering each other on, these adventures were more sustainably learning opportunites. And so our relationship continues.
We cheer each other on.
It's amazing how faith has different forms. My mother's faith is quite different in appearance than mine. And yet, on this Sunday, we came together, if virtually, by phone.
Happy Mother's Day.
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