Briefly, the early morning sun highlighted this old sculpture, calling my attention to the compassion it has always represented to me. Compassion for the weary self. The spiritual mothering of the child of any age. Self-care so profound it then moves on beyond the self to reach the weary world. The light moved on so quickly, but I had a moment to record and share with you the truth I saw and still believe.
Extra: Along with the light comes love.