When I find myself in social-distancing times of trouble… I open old boxes.
Down to the last one from my late Mom, though I still have a filing cabinet drawer of her papers, and publications, and stuff.
It’s taken over ten years for me to work my way through it all. Dunno if I’ve just been lazy, or if somewhere deep in my subconscious I didn’t want those boxes to end. . .
Here’s a find.
That must be me. . . Going home for my first time ever. . .
Honouring the love of mothers everywhere 💟