The first day of spring also marks my mother’s birthday. It’s the perfect time to return to her. As the years go by (it’s been 17 years since her passing) the memories fade. I don’t remember what it feels like to be in her presence, what her eyes looked like when she smiled or what her laugh sounded like. Although these feelings fade, my gratitude grows infinitely. I’m grateful that she fell in love with the kindest, most loving man (my father) and the spirit she instilled in me. She showed me what real sisterhood looks like. She showed me what a spiritual relationship to the earth looks like. She gave me a taste for healthy nourishing food. Above all, she offered me her challenges. I have learned and continue to learn so much from experiencing her darkness. My greatest hope in life is that I develop the tools to keep my spirit vibrant, no matter what life challenges come my way and to pass that inner fire on to my dear sweet Ember.