Minding My Mothers
“Among its many violent and tender teachings, the ocean has shown me the value of respecting rhythm and rest, of listening to my intuitive whisperings, which can be life-saving in wild conditions.”
The living world moves in pulses. Gusts of wind are punctuated by relative stillness. Musical notes resonate within the padding of silence. Rest and motion require one another for balance, beauty and life. Yet somehow we’ve built a culture that demands the impossible: leaving the tap on and emitting our own energy in constant deluge.
I watched my single mother, Megan, attempt to do this – create a home for us, pay the mortgage, pack the lunches, make the deadlines and keep it all tidy
