"The language of mother and child begins in the body...Through the press of my arms, the weight of my breast at her mouth, my brown eyes holding hers, she knows me best. And I swear that I would find her with my eyes closed from the spiced grass scent of her neck or a stroke along the high arches of her feet. When I nurse her, she folds her body into mine, one foot flung high against my breastbone as my hand traces the small, round bones of her spine. It is almost as if I am still pregnant with her---our physical fusion is once again that complete."
Suzanne Siteman Phillips--------From the book: Mother Earth--Through the eyes of women photographers and writers. A Sierra Club Book.
I am so happy to share our new life with those of you who read my blog. I receive many wonderful comments from people around the world and this thrills me greatly. I have made many "friends" here in the blog world and I am happy to share what goes on in my life with those of you who care.
There are some people who read it, however, that do not wish to remain friends and this intrigues me. Why do you bother? Is is just mere curiosity that keeps you coming back or do I sense the word "care"? If "care" is not in your vocabulary then I kindly request that you leave peacefully and do not bother me any longer. I hope that you noticed that I said "kindly request". I do not wish to be rude. I just don't understand. You can't have it both ways. You really can't.