"Unfinished #1" - Digital Image License

While I was consumed with the task of putting all my pieces back together, my chicks have grown, and nearly flown, my nest almost empty; my life, body and soul finally beginning to feel whole, but the satisfaction is bittersweet - wishing I could have been in this state of wholeness while my chicks were little, so that they might have felt the full-bodied joy and confidence of a mother in right relationship with herself. 

The fragile origami birds on delicate golden threads suggest the echoes of the tiny people every mother has to be at peace with letting go of, as they grow and each new version of their little beings means the loss of the previous stage. We all enter into motherhood unfinished articles; the ways in which we are compelled to step up for our children, to be better people, to make peace with ourselves, is what makes being a mother such a transformative experience.