I lost my beautiful mother when I was a young girl.
I am lucky because I was old enough that I remember her.
I suffer because, in remembering her,
I know what I lost when she died.
And when I practice walking meditation,
I invite my mother to walk with me.
When my mother walks with me, I am graced by her presence,
and with every step, my mother’s footfall graces the earth.
When I walk with my mother, I feel her love for me,
and my heart is full and free.
Who will walk with you today?