care

two hands being held

Home is where I first learned about caring. My mother (that’s us holding hands, above) was one of the most attentive, caring moms I can imagine. Her body was our safe place when we were little, and didn’t feel well. My mom still gives the best hugs.

Now that I’m grown up, I care for myself. I look after my own body inside my home. I care for the walls and floors that give shape to my space, and I care for the creatures that live with me.

In my home, I tend to my soul needs, and my soul hungers. I cook my own food. I fill myself with care until the caring begins to overflow… and then I care for others.

foot washing

This is a photo of my mom washing my dad’s feet. I learned caring from my dad, too. Especially after my brother died.

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Who cares in your home? And who teaches caring – passing it on to future generations?

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The theme for April 2012 is home.

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