Some days I feel as though I am mother to the whole earth, other days I feel barren. I am, in fact, the mother of many. If you are a strict religious zealot who believes that life begins at conception, I am mother to more than I even know. If you are a fan of the Matrix trilogy , I am only imagining myself to be mother to any; I could wake up at any moment in a different life, atrophied by the ineffectiveness of imaginary exercise and scarred by false memories of a life that was never really lived.
I love the truth but find that it is not so solid. It constantly slips through the fingers of those who wish it to be concrete and immovable. It drowns those who try to contain it. I prefer to surf it – to ride its ever-changing waves.
I have been a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend, webmaster, graphic artist, writer, student, leader, day-trader, church member, church founder. I have done things I am ashamed of, more that I am proud of, most that I am simply satisfied with.
The day I wrote this, I was fifty – hoping that life brings me more of the same and even more of something different.
