He runs to me with open arms, full of trust and love
and I delight in such expression; the openness undoes me
It’s difficult to translate, into words, the lesson conveyed
when he runs full tilt, arms open wide, and Laughing
never doubting my acceptance, or open reception
It’s a spiritual lesson, learned or unlearned with care
Our babies learn, and pass it on; they learn to love and share
He runs to me from across the room, smiling into the wind
of his own momentum, into the sea that is my heart
into my arms, into the love that awaits him there
My child, you are my heart’s delight.
Painting by Mabel Robbins Harris
Copyright mds 2004. All Rights Reserved
Fiery K. Tarot 
Reblogged this on The Spinsta Life and commented:
The Crone is about Mothering too.
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I love this. Such a sweet sentiment.
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Thank you Ms. 2000! : )
was based on a real occurrence.
Son was a year old and we would play a hide and seek where I”d hide and pop up and surprise him and he’d run at me like the speed of light and throw himself into me lol.
One night he had such a good time playing that he continued on the astral plane after we were asleep. I dreamed we were doing it in the middle of the air lol!
the son that’s in the pic of 6 am.
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Such a sweet and tender image it paints…a love so pure and warm.
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Aww thanks N!
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