…Slow. Slow is a hard thing for me to hold on to. But you don't do anything with speed. You move slow, you grow slow, your seasons take time. May I learn slowness and rhythm from you.

I am of you, but now I want to be more like you.

There is a difference, right? Can I be of you but not like you? I mean, some stuff must just be in me, like there are some things of me in my kids. They can't deny it or undo it, it just is. What of you is in me? What of you is undeniable and irreversible in me? And how can I embrace that in a society that seems uninterested in being earth-like, earth-ly, earth-y... you know, they not tryina be like they mama?

I kind of get it. You go through this stage - like a teenager/early twenty-something - when you think you know better than mama. But if your mama mama'd from wisdom and authenticity, then you realize mama knew more than you gave mama credit for, loving from a place of care, wise caution, of ebb and flow. Earth, you have known so so much more than I - we - have given you credit for. Who has already learned this lesson? What older siblings know that you have always known?…