Farmer boy draw the path that illustrates my zest for your partners to pass some element of understanding of what we were as mama and sons who learned from one another in turns.
They, like I, will see the sacred truth of how a mother embraces the forces of her son's fierce.
It is not like a dynamic any woman can describe nor feel embarrassed for the intimacy that resides. It is a connection true and force match. What we mamas do with the ember is to not leave latched.
I love my sons. My red waved, glory be done sons. Their life is full and will become fuller with each day. My job is to be present as they pay for the mighty living each way. They can say what they will but they will know that they are derived from farmer forager finder feeler healer who listen and say.
The listen and say are what I mama hope to hold for my sons, for my family fabric spirit daughter, for my husband, for my person, for my earth.
Be of listen and say of the self truth that births from the love we cherish in few.
