Are You My Mother?

Is this really a depiction and expression of Mother?

Without question the coupling of the words and image stopped me, grabbed my attention. But with more of a sick feeling than an excited I want to have me that look.

What is Mother for you? How do you define and live Mother in your days?

Oxy-Moron Perhaps?!

The moments of walking around NYC are not dull! There are moments of surprising slogans like the one above, where I read it and kept walking, and then a few seconds later said “Wait, did I read that correctly?” Back I went to reread the poster and snap this pic.

Where and how do you define you, flaws and all?

How do you process these messages? Fuel? Fire? Something else?

Peaceful Passages

Sydney/ Santoshi xx