My beautiful Mama left this planet / plane of existance / dimension / video game simulation / holodeck almost 18 years ago. She was very sick, in the end, and her death came as her body found containing her spirit to be too damn exhausting anymore. So she took her final breath, and all of the veiled energy that was moments earlier housed within her, spilled out into the endless unseen to fly free. And fly, she did, her energy sent out in search of roots and rebirth, as the seeds of a dandelion blow out into the world upon the wind, settling about the landscape to begin fresh. And in this sense? Mama is forever around – having fused with the many spaces she touched, seeping into the pieces of the world graced by her loving energy, and ever a part of their evolution. She ain’t going anywhere. Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. <3