loved into being


i look at my hands and there is a moment of shocked disbelief.

i see my grandmothers thin, veined skin and curled knuckles.

my mothers bent and arthritic fingers are mine.

how did this happen?

when did i begin to embody those who loved me into being?

7 thoughts on “loved into being

    1. i am slowly moving more into the delightful part of this experience cheryl. thanks for your companionship on the way! it helps to not be alone doesn’t it?

  1. Powerful. I find this fascinating myself, how we start to embody our ancestors over the years. I see so much of my mum in myself. Great photo too. x

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