|Posted by Sarah Rowan Dahl on August 25, 2016 at 12:45 AM|
"There are not many places in the world where I feel at home. There are a few places in England that I swear if I stood still long enough, roots would grow out of my feet. And that's how I feel when I'm near you." My mother said this as we were walking through an uneven carpark the other day, and I chiselled the moment to memory. It had been 11 years since we had true quality time together. I cherished every minute...from being stuck in traffic or even foul weather days, where we dried wet laundry by the fire and she wondered how I have lived so long without a dryer. I'm not sure either...though the smokey rustic smell of clean laundry is rather special.
During my last visit to the US three years ago, I spent more time performing and painting than with her and my family. They knew it was necessary to cover the enormous costs of international travel, and we had our fun. However, in hindsight, being present and resting with my loved ones wasn't my top priority...now it is. Amazing how chronic pain and aging are sometimes one of the few things in life that force us to come up for air from all the chaos of a hectic paced life.
I contacted clients waiting on commissions and requested extensions on their paintings so I could focus on reconnecting with my mother. They understood and now, as I sit here in the silence of her absence, I wonder how 5 weeks could come and go like the slices of pie she made us. Blink.
Inhale. Exhale. Again. Turn off your phone, and I don't' mean airplane or silent mode. Like...off. Where the screen goes black and you can't read this blog. Look your loved ones in the eye and savour a meal together. Be grateful. Inhale. Exhale. Feel the roots grow out of your feet.
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