Some Words From My Mother – and a Poem

by Jill Townsend

It was exhausting and difficult for my mother to talk in her last weeks. She choked and coughed and slurred, yet persevered. She wanted quiet and a calm atmosphere without too much busyness or too many bodies about. Even her cat knew when it was time to settle. I feel like she was calming the mind and spirit, moving with awareness, and intention, accepting her life with its pain and joy. What she did say, was important. Continue reading “Some Words From My Mother – and a Poem”