Color

Even when I'm away from my mother, as I was this past weekend when Paul and I went down to Portland so I could take a yoga workshop, I sometimes see through her eyes. She'd have loved these colors and would have asked if it was okay to take a piece home to put in water. At some point on her dementia journey she started thinking that anything she put in water--a branch, a leaf, any kind of cutting--would sprout and grow roots.