So pensive. So serious. So many questions I would- if I could - ask.
What are you feeling? What are you thinking? What are you hearing? What are you seeing when you see me?
Clearly - they're no longer babies. And - yet - they're not quite ready to be all grown up. They stand together...and apart. They're searching - maybe - for something or someone. They're seeking truth. They're looking for answers.
I look at their three faces for familiar clues. Are they of the same mother? I wondered.
This past week of this very long year - I've spent looking backwards. I've been collecting my words and my images and compiling my loss into a collection. I've been re-visiting the sadness...the joy...the confusion...all that's happened and all that's not.
I'm putting myself together a book of this year's journey. A personal visual and verbal journal. A record. I don't want to forget. Ever.
It's surprised me to see how much of my imagery is in groupings of three.
It makes me wonder about unconscious intentions...about the internal processes about which I'm so unaware.
The teachings teach that no thing is final. Every ending is a new beginning. Every wall a door.
Each new day is an opportunity to return...to reconnect...to renew.
There's some relief in it being June. In this year being over.
I'm not sure if it's the end of the grieving...or the beginning of living this new reality and life.
We three - stand still and tall and strong together. No longer anyone's children. Who are we without our mother?
A look back at one very long year.