A few things transpired at the same time for this piece to come to fruition. A good friend went through something we did and it pulled. A good friend had a long journey with the happiest of all outcomes. A big sister geographically lost her first child to time, she grew up. A middle sister struggles with choice to school home or away for her last child, her baby boy; she clings to time. With the death of my father my love falls stronger on my mother and I cling to her. And as Mothers Day comes round another year and white lambs drop into green fields and bleat, time tests me again. Tests us all.
The bear symbolises time and the natural circle of life.
The pain and the joy of it.
