The MOTHER LODE

 The uterus is prized portal here on earth. People will go to great lengths to access one. That is a perspective with so many levels. Being a MOTHER can be a choice to anyone, any gender, any social class, any race or religion. It is a calling, a frequency felt in the heart. The back field is pink, it is personal. The front of the HEART is green and very broadcasting. More like the speakers less like the stylus. The choice is the individual's. I see big rough dudes nurture an abandoned kitten. I see little immature children nurture a crabby old neighbor. I see some who see no faults, only potential. I see those who move into the line of fire willingly. THAT'S a mother. Portal, oracle, chief cook and bottle washer too. The last one standing, when everyone else has disappeared, gone home, or simply never shown up. I am an honored mother. I feel the love of many children of all ages. The two who I birthed are especially mothered by me, from the moment of conception I knew it would be the hardest job that I love the best. Happy Happy MOTHER'S DAY!