There has been a re-ordering of my universe.
My beloved mother, Miriam, has left. She was 96.
Why wasn’t I ready?

–

I sat

and waited

and breathed

–

a little painting happened
it’s a tiny breathscribe piece – an ex-pression of grief
and gratitude
and love

acrylic light-reflective pigment on textured ground,
gold leaf, dragonfly wing

breathscribe series