My mother took my hand last night. She led me to a place of being, where I could just be still and rest in that stillness.
I could see her hand but no more, I followed because I could feel and I trusted in that. I understood her intent, although we did not speak. I knew there was no need for words.
I sat and just was. I didn’t think, I didn’t look around, I just was. I was everything there ever was and everything that will ever be.
I accepted and was and here today, I am.
