Mom of a shaman

I d like to share the state of an abundant motherhood, connected to the roots of strong and wise ancestors. I wish every mother feels she has something to lean on, something within her. Each woman has an access to that something. This mom carries rivers in her righthand pocket, The rain goes dry right above her head. Her voice never quivers. She smells mistycloudy And she means everything that she says. This mom dances soundless, catching the resonance, the tones and the pulses of falling stars. Her fo