may the sun bring your new energy by day. may the moon softly restore you by night. may the rain wash away your worries. may the breeze blow new strength into your being. may you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.
You're in my heart Mom. You bought me my first Winnie the Pooh and I remember you reading it to me and until I could read. Then we would sit and listen to the Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day record.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (from Starlings in Winter - a poem by Mary Oliver)