I remember once when I was just a little girl, my father had purchased a piece of land deep within the woods, and far away from all the noise of the city.

As he chatted to the workers about the various planned changes, I took my first big long gaze into our new life together.

To any other observer, the property was a mess of construction—chaotic, and with no end in sight. But I never saw the piles of planks and nails—I only saw the hope in my parent’s eyes.

And through their eyes, I began to see this world.

The house was tucked far away, surrounded by a density of brush that drew me in with each new day. Much like the moon against the tide, my heart was similarly drawn; adventure was inescapable.

I would spend all day scrambling through these woods, flipping over every branch and rock—digging my hands knuckle deep into that cold, wet earth. By the time the sun began to set, my fingers were a patchwork of black and blue.

These were my woods, and this was my home–and I felt always safest here.

Nighttime was inevitably a chore for my dear mother, who patiently scrubbed away the details of my day—taking in the stories of a ‘fearless explorer’. She never seemed to mind my excitement, smiling softly and nodding in only that way a mother knows best.

And no matter the worries of her own very long day, she always seemed to listen intently as she combed the knots from my waist long hair.

You see, my Mother – she understood me. She understood my excitement at seeing this world as entirely new, and never once dared to discourage.

There is nothing greater in this world or this life, than a mother who’ll encourage you to run and to play…to scrape up those knees, and leave yet another gaping hole in your pants.

And the best mothers will never complain about the trail of muddy footprints leading in from the outside and across her newly washed floor. Or, that dirt embedded so deeply under your nails.

Why?

Because she knows a little scrubbing is a small price to pay for a ‘grand new adventure.’

A mother’s love is like nothing else in this world; knowing precisely how to reconstruct a heart shattered to dust.

Because, mothers are comprised of all the universe’s love. They are the foundation to our world, and a continual source of unconditional love.

These days, I’m all grown up and a mother myself—but I shall never forget the lessons my mother shared with me.

“Live each day, fully and completely.

Smile, in the sunshine and in the rain.

Love with all and everything you’ve got.

And, don’t worry so much about getting dirt stuck between your toes.”

The world is filled with magic for those who are willing to see. And to each, the ‘fearless explorer’ within – adventure awaits.

So go on, get out there and squeeze the ‘carpe diem’ out of this day.

In peace, my loves – and, Happy Mother’s Day…

Namaste ❤️