“We are all connected through life,” Mother says. “Mother nature lives within each one of us, child. She is our guide to life. She will never let you go. You are born with her and you shall die with her. From the beginning and to the end, Mother will always be there for you.”
Mother’s hand is soft. So soft, yet so crooked and strange with her dried palms and dirty fingernails. She clutches onto me tight, and holds onto me as if I’m a bird about to catch flight.
“Remember, you are her child, and she will never stop loving you,” Mother says.
Her grip tightens and sweat glides onto my palms. “Look at our ocean, love. Look how she holds the swimmers and guides the surfers ashore. Look how she holds the sailors with the strength of her winds and her guiding touch. Look how she guides the fish to our feet, planting kisses on our toes. Look at how she smiles when the sun dies and the moon comes alive. Look at how much Mother loves you.”
The San Diego Palm Trees sway softly as a smooth breeze goes by. Their leaves open up like arms as they take Mother’s voice in. “My children, my loves, mi vida, mi amor…,” she sings. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. You will never know how much I care for you.”
