When I read this post on Lost Bird Found I think I actually stopped breathing.
Sara Jensen designs the clothing and accessories you see on her site and keeps her lovely blog as a subtle compliment to that work. You’ll see that everything she does is brilliantly simple while also strangely unique.
With her permission I am re-publishing this post from a few days ago. Read it here now, find a special Mother’s Day offer at the end and leave a comment for one my Mother’s Day Zen prize packs.
4 years ago I lost her.
By Sara Jensen and her mother, Josephine Sterling Callisen.
A poem my mother wrote, before she passed away. We read this at her service.
All day I’ve fought back tears
Starting sudden, unannounced, commanding me to attention
At the strangest times.
I was wrapping something-it had been my mother’s–
nothing much
even tacky
a quick thought but true
as it had been then….
And I thought: there can’t be fusion without parting.
There can’t be that measured road of parenthood, of childhood
Without the ruts, the tearing of earth, the uprooted branches,
Starting from birth, the splitting almost in two
As if seeming to break
But before ripping to pieces, falling down a soft tunnel of forgetting
Into a new scene entirely, another beginning.
Still, there is this time when one hangs
Very small, solitary, surrounded by thin air,
A spider swinging in the darkness
Assaulted by memories of light. [click to continue…]
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