Little Hands, Little Feet
I could write a novel about how much space I need to be healthy as a mother. Daily ritual to renew and recall myself helps me stay present through the shit storm of most days. It’s refreshing then that I get to share something different this week.
This week the assignment for the Artist Residency in Motherhood is to share a moment I've had on the good drug of motherhood. The pig piles happen often, but the context is not always right for enjoying them. This morning however, I was lingering in the pleasure of being underneath a pile of little hands and feet. It was the best place in the whole world.