Mothers, amazement and a cow

Hello, lovely Bold Soul :)

I’m so pleased to ‘see’ you – you delightful shining thing!
I’m currently holding a Mothers’ Day Giveaway – go here to read the details and join in if you feel to; it finishes on the 22nd. Be “in-loved” by the gorgeous comments, so far! I am! Mothers’ Day Giveaway now closed.
I am full of amazement for mothers. When I see mothers of children-younger-than-mine I am so touched by their patience, their endless explanations, their amazing care and ready hugs. My memories are already starting to fade of mothering my two boys from belly to babe, toddlers to school boys to independant young men. Might I suggest that Bold Souls with small children get or allocate a book to write down the crazy things they say and do. While you’re in the thick of it you think you’ll never forget. So much happens though, some of it can disappear. Luckily photos fill in some of the gaps :P

The above painting (fear not, we shall boomerang back to talk about Mums again) is called Sacred Cow. Hehe, my dad sometimes calls it Holy Cow! It began as a mini still life. I just liked the look of a small plastic toy farm cow lying around (the boys were small) and had those great patterned fabrics just begging me to put them together in a crazy cacophony of colour (patterned fabrics communicate with me like that).

The painting seems to mean different things to different people. It’s been fascinating to hear the variety of comments people make when they see it. Many Bold Souls like the unexpected juxtaposition of the cow and the set up that looks like a bed – it was much tinier of course.

I was heartwarmed by this meaning seen in it, a Bold Soul at a market saying it brought to mind this poem:

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– William Butler Yeats

One person said that it reminded her of breastfeeding – “… a cow on a bed”! That is why I thought it was an appropriate image to re-introduce today.

Some say the ability to mother is biological. I was a very un-intuitive biological mother myself. I actually couldn’t recognise my own childrens’ cries, and they say all mothers can. Nope! Oops :P But I figured out how to parent well enough.

Anyhow. Go, enter the giveaway. Giveaway now closed. The entries (comments) so far have been touching and I am so grateful to hear your stories. I dearly want to write back. I will at the end (the 22nd) but want to leave the comments section without my interjections until then, so I can do the random number thing with minimum complication. Get it? Mini-MUM! Haha, just saw that!

Tread softly, bold souls. And look after your own dreams, let them be rich and embellished and wonderful and completely You Specific.

See you soon.
Much love,
Meg x o


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