the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: motherhood

she’s waving

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I used to tell you my dreams.
Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus–
In the dream, she’s weeping, the bus she’s on
Is moving away. With one hand
She’s waving; the other strokes
An egg carton full of babies.

image: clemson clay nest

poem: siren by louise gluck

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“I will be gone from here and sing my songs
In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are
And carve in letters on the little trees
The story of my love, and as the trees
Will grow the letters too will grow, to cry
In a louder voice the story of my love…”

“…Omnia vincit Amor, et nos cedamus Amori.”

1. “The Eclogues of Virgil”

2.
Once I had a child
She was smiling like sunshine
She could see it all
Like she’d been here before
here before vashti bunyan

advice

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“You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.”

― George MacDonald

image: here

a rebozo

“Silk rebozos worn with the best dress – de gala, as they say.
Cotton rebozos to carry a child, or to shoo away the flies.
Devout rebozos to cover one’s head with when entering
church. Showy rebozos twisted and knotted in the hair with
flowers and silver hair ornaments. The oldest, softest rebozos
worn to bed. A rebozo as cradle, as umbrella or parasol, as
basket when going to market, or modestly covering the blue veined
breast giving suck.”

image: just one of the amazing from here
text: from Caramelo Sandra Cisneros

Yes.

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they must do it for love.

“Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for love.” Farmers farm for the love of farming. They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants. They love to live in the presence of animals. They love to work outdoors. They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable. They love to live where they work and to work where they live. If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. They love the measure of independence that farm life can still provide. I have an idea that a lot of farmers have gone to a lot of trouble merely to be self-employed to live at least a part of their lives without a boss.”

― Wendell Berry, Bringing it to the Table: Writings on Farming and Food
image: here

Knife-Throwing Mothers

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The video of a knife-thrower and daughters: here

silly chicken

“Ami says I love Buchi even more than I love her,
but that’s just silly.”

a photo taken by her father when she was two.
today, she is three.

words from the worn, torn, well-loved copy
of silly chicken by rukhsana khan