I planted seeds of exotic flowers in my garden – I was a little girl the last time I´d felt the touch of the earth – damp, moist, rich, alive. I still remembered how it felt to be One with the Mother, to dig into the earth as I dug into myself, finding all sorts of treasures.
You know what they say: we come to our mothers to be born; we also go to our mothers to die. And after death comes rebirth. Let´s do It, baby!
Photo: me, at home.