It’s a relationship that we have shared for a really long time.
For a very long time, I have been very close to my mother, Mother Nature. It’s been a bond that had been strengthened with time. But it was not until now that it got elevated to a new level altogether.
It was not until I was in peril, almost about to cry my heart out and not having any idea about what to do that I felt her extending her arms to me, telling me that she is there to support me if the need arises.
It was not until I was in the jaws of death, hanging onto nothing except the hope to live that I heard her telling me that I won’t die because she will catch me in her arms if I do fall.
It was only in these times that the whole relationship underwent a drastic change.
Earlier, I looked up to her in awe and admiration; I was intimidated by her vastness, her strength. There was submissiveness.
Now, there was tenderness, an intimacy. There was an equivalency as I realized that I was hers and she was mine.
It was a bond where she was no longer my foster mother. It was a relation where there was no need to tell that she was my mother and I, her daughter.
For a very long time, I have been very close to my mother, Mother Nature. It’s been a bond that had been strengthened with time. But it was not until now that it got elevated to a new level altogether.
It was not until I was in peril, almost about to cry my heart out and not having any idea about what to do that I felt her extending her arms to me, telling me that she is there to support me if the need arises.
It was not until I was in the jaws of death, hanging onto nothing except the hope to live that I heard her telling me that I won’t die because she will catch me in her arms if I do fall.
It was only in these times that the whole relationship underwent a drastic change.
Earlier, I looked up to her in awe and admiration; I was intimidated by her vastness, her strength. There was submissiveness.
Now, there was tenderness, an intimacy. There was an equivalency as I realized that I was hers and she was mine.
It was a bond where she was no longer my foster mother. It was a relation where there was no need to tell that she was my mother and I, her daughter.
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