The Language of Mothering

The English language can wield our collective shadow like a weapon, I write. Can mothering utilize Western languages toward another end? Are there different ways to think about shadows, different dimensions? And this is when the image of my mother and I in the grass returns to me again, with a profound lightness. Look again at your shadows there in the grass it says, so I look. There is no pain, there is no imposition. Instead, there is an easy and full love between my mother and me."