March 15/Third Quarter Moon

Whale Medicine - seeking our origins.

Halfway between full moon and new moon and the light is dwindling. Mom remains as she has been. Or not completely. The changes are subtle. Visible only as you look close, listen close. We are using our senses as we travel this path. Not relying on sight alone. Patience is required, letting go of expectations, as Mom has never done things as expected.

From the Mia Collection here in Minneapolis. We had a field trip to the Museum while caretaker Jen was with Mom, came looking for it on Bill’s recollection of it and the appropriateness of the image to this moment in time.

We have taken slow walks filled with awe (a practice instigated by B(W)ill).

Becka found mom’s writings from the writing classes she had attended with me and my writers in 2014. They are such a gift. Together we are working on the timeline. Gathering as much as we can from her own records. As Mom is the source, she is the whale-song of our history, it’s best to get it straight from her. Even if its not straight - it’s a roundabout path. So with our time we are gathering the archeology of the motherland.

Finally, I have accumulated pages of writing practice that have piled high with writings about Mom, this process, her time-line, recent years and making it through the pandemic, the slow slide into oblivion, her will to survive, falling apart and coming back together, letting go, aversion. The writing does its work, as it always has, now more than ever. Much love, Tina.