Tonight the skies are filled with clouds as I listen to what Mother Earth has to say. She cracks lightning down and pours some water to nourish those on her body. Tornadoes spin nearby warning those to not come near it or, maybe, it is just the sky wanting to feel up the ground. They do not get together too often. Only where the horizon meets most often. But today they are all over each other like the people living in the apartment above me.
As She pauses, rains, and cracks down, my other mother snores and fills her room with nitrogen. It is difficult. Family. It should be the easiest, but it is not. Do you ever feel like you are not seen? Like the person they are trying to talk to and the person you are are to seperate people? Me too. But I am just making it to be that way. I know. Taking care of the Earth means taking care of all that is around you. Especially family.
I am grateful for such an awesome mother. For her love. For her cooking. For her flatulences. High five mom (when you wake up).
And other Mom, put me to sleep with your amazing light show and soft, grumbling lulaby. Still Mother knows best. Maybe.
