the golden month.
a time when the light seems to lavish each object of its desire,
spinning even straw into gold.
it's a season
of abundant harvest;
heavy laden with profound memories
when the chapters of my life story
turned on their axis
to usher in the life of my son.
twenty two years ago;
the birth of quiet patience
and a love that burns stronger everyday.
all mothers are infused with memories of their children.
it's no wonder that the birth month of each child is
etched most deeply.
this memory awakened every cell of me.
when adrian was old enough to sit at the table and hold
crayons we would greet each day with giant sheets of paper
to draw and talk.
the stories, laughter, sweet voice of wild abandon;
the unabashed nature of the child in each of us
pouring out freely.
i decided all those years ago i wanted to experience
this natural outpouring and chose not to ever bring a colouring book
into the mix.
i wanted to see and savor this place before the inevitable rules, plans and self judgement
life so freely offers
our table talk flourished all those early years,
never once did our table time fall short of miraculous.
when adrian started school
teachers always remarked on how expressive, imaginative and self confident he was.
his first "report card"
from kinder garden,
"a progressive full immersion approach to learning with all the senses"
came home with him one day.
among all the accolades the one i remember most clearly
"needs practice drawing inside the lines."
had i set him behind his peers by never giving him a chance to excel
in colouring within the lines?
i am sure holding open that door to infinite possibility
has served us both beyond measure.
it doesn't matter how long the road stretches out ahead of us,
it only matters how far we are willing to let oursleves go.
fear no art...
is a fast car on the road to enchantment.
i will meet you there.