I spoke to the wind and it breathed upon me, I called the Sun and it smiled its warmth. I closed my eyes so that I could feel the Mother that we and the many walk giftedly upon and she laughed her wild way. The 3 of them spoke of the Way of Being.
Margaret knocked on the door to her mother's room. Maggie and her mother were never close, in fact, their relationship was toxic. So then why was she knocking on her mother's door? She had hope their relationship may not be entirely.