Ladies and gentlemen, it's time. I promised this post would come, and here it is. Because this post is all about my mother.
So please, put on a sharwal, pull out a large cushion, light some incense, role a joint, and join me in praise of one of the best women I know, and certainly the best mother I know.
Because the woman who had me when she was just leaving her teens, the Hippie Healer, the Bedwin Nomad, who gave her children the traveling bug, but also the need to always come back to her - this woman is celebrating her birthday today.
Gather up in a storytelling circle, my friends, and let me tell you about a woman who found her calling in the middle of life and became a nurse, then a diver/nurse, and is now studying Chinese medicine. She is a woman on an ongoing process of self discovery and self fulfilment, who finds her peace on the mountains and under the sea, holding a camera or growing tomatoes.
This is a mother almost every gay person would love to have. She enabled me to come out to her about two minutes after I figured out my big mystery. And her other kids like her too. She taught us that love rules supreme, and is the key to a good life. Everything else is just details.
Ima, I love you. Happy birthday!
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