This morning while walking in the forest I heard crow, who reminded me that today would have been my mother’s 81st birthday. My ma, like her ma, had a deep connection with animals.
Crows gathered daily in the backyard of our family home, waiting for my mother to bring out the heels of her homemade bread, or crusts saved from heir Friday night pizzas from Papas.
A few days before she died, Ma took my hand and said emphatically, “Remember to put bread out for my crows!”
Today I’m feeling grateful for the spirit of my ma, who carried me into the world, and for the other strong women who carried me as long as they could, and for crow and the other creatures who continue to walk me through it.