Mother's Day has become for me a loaded gun best left with the safety on and in the desk drawer. Yesterday was my first Mother's Day without my mother. One gets a little lost. How does one honor someone who isn't around anymore? I set this image on my desk altar for the day. My small gesture before going somewhere else to celebrate with the family. It was day to remember there would be no more Martha Washington geranium exchanges or bagels and cream cheese with coffee and the NY Times or shopping together in Connecticut. It was a day I later spent time berating myself for not being a better adult child in taking care of my mother. After the tears, meditation and sleep. All in all, it was a day I got through without much drama. My daughter and I went to the musty bookshop at the bottom of our hill and bought three books for $9.00. I showed Dirk the peony a well-meaning neighbor had given me last year with condolences ~ I thought I'd killed it, but there it is in my yard. Resurrected, lush and strong.