of a Mother's heart.
Rhythm is all around us right now. In a city where music flows from restaurants, parks, and front porches, down the street where the brass band plays every afternoon, all over New Orleans we feel the rhythm of this unique place. Greta learns the rhythm of riding a trotting horse. Also in the air, a change of season, the rhythm of our planet.
For a very sad reason this week I reflected on the rhythm of a mother's heart. I learned that a friend of a friend, a mother of a 6 week old baby, took her own life. She had suffered from postpartum depression. She endured pain and guilt, was misunderstood and misdiagnosed, and after 6 weeks it became more than she could bear.
These drawings are dedicated to her and her family. They were inspired by the love she had but could not express, and the blessed rhythm of her heart that was a gift to her baby, even if for a short time. That rhythm will be carried and felt throughout her child's life. I have no doubt.
Saturday is our day to share. Is it Saturday where you are?
*Rhythm* shared around the world...
Patrice, The Netherlands
Citlalli, California, United States
Stephanie, Colorado, United States