The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin Sometimes I imagine how beautiful it would be to hold time in my hands. To have absolute control over it, to be able to stop the moving hands feverishly working tirelessly to keep the world going. How beautiful it would be to be able to stop the ticking for an instant when we need to savor the sweetness of the present; to be able to wound back the hands when we need to correct or undo what was done in the past and to be able to fast forward it to peep into the future. Thankfully, time is not within our control and better for us too, because this world would be chaotic if we were all to be in charge.
LIFE, LOVE and everything in between...through the eyes of a mother.