Wednesday, June 09, 2010
My Mother, Myself
Photo today of sunset with the longliner coming in.
It was one of those moments. I was out walking Ansa after supper and she was running in that wonderful joyous way she has, big grin from ear to ear, looping around me to thank me and barrelling off again only to paddle for a while in the bay, then a gallop over a grassy crest to chase some sandpipers and back again to me.
I sit on a rock and look at the water.
And my mother pops into my head. A mother who died far too young.
She loved nature, she loved the sea, she loved dogs.
I thought: Oh she would have enjoyed this. The longliner coming in with a load of fish. The sunset just beginning to set up her easel. The dog in ecstasy, the tang of the ocean in our lungs. The heat of the day forcing the sudden growth spurt of the beach flowers to reds and purples.
And for the first time since she died, I thought: isn't this something to hug close to my heart from here on in:
I am my mother.