I have a nurturing instinct that drives everything I do. I loved, rolled in and covered myself in every phase of parenting 4 children. Never a sacrifice, only joy and if only I could do more. I loved them enough to discipline and hold them accountable but attempted to do it a way they learned and established illumination. I miss a house full of mess, both fun and real to keep my insinct fed. I wander around a bit like a bag lady looking for areas to put this intent to support, nurture and love. Today, a soft knock at the door and one the hispanic tenants, in broken English, showed me a newer pair of pants with three stains. I asked animal or vegetable and then tried to ask the origin of the stain. Finally a break through and he said, "duck shit". The pants are pretreated and soaking and once again, my world is right, I have been asked to call on the deepest core of my being, a mom, now to the world.



