Happy Mother’s Day! On this special day, I want to thank my Mom and my husband’s Mom for all their love and support through the years. I hope someday when I grow up, I can be as good a Mom as you two are to me. All mother’s are different and wonderful in their own ways. Mothers have the best (though riskiest) job on Earth. Here’s my poem in honor of Mothers everywhere:
Motherhood is the business of forming rare pearls,
They once were just sand, plain and simple and gritty.
Once grains of sand in a mother oyster’s inside,
Causing irritation and burning that would not subside. Continue reading
Can you guess where this quote is from?
“Yes, there is death in this business of whaling—a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of a man into Eternity. But what then? Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like the oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air.
“Methinks my body is but the less of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not myself.” (p.33) Continue reading