the Earth, humanity’s mother & spiritually, Mary, the Mother of the World. Today is Sunday, May 10, 2026.
Note: The afternoon & evening are the best times to celebrate mother & to be together.
The morning is v/c, the afternoon is Pisces Moon.
The evening Sun/Jupiter – a good time for happiness.

Taurus Sun & Mercury – what comforts & beauties can we offer our mothers? What words of praise and gratitude can we offer them?
Offering them a golden chalice filled with love.

And so….(a poem)
Mother’s worry.
Here is a poem by Mary Oliver –
A poem for Mother’s Day.
Mother’s worry.
Acknowledging that Mothers worry.
A poem by Mary Oliver

I Worried (poem by Mary Oliver)
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am,

well, hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And I gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang. (by Mary Oliver)

From Risa
We actually know our mothers worried.
A lot. Raising children, being wives & mothers.
Being a mother, I know mothers worry about
many things every day.
Like the things Mary Oliver wrote about.
And we, too, those of us as mothers, we worry too.
Maybe about different things, some of us younger,
some of us older, some of us in between.

The poem is about things mothers worry about – gardens,
how to grow things (like children), their direction, what is right,

what is wrong, forgiveness, feeling hopeless, not seeing,
becoming ill, becoming old, wanting to not worry anymore.
Wanting to sing instead.

So that is a poem about mothers & worrying.
On this Mother’s Day, 2026.
Mother’s worry about their children.
Am I raising them right? Do we have enough money?
How do I get sleep, have less stress? Where am I as a mother?
Was I angry? Do I love the children enough?
How to discipline? What schools are best?
What about religion & God? Who am I?

And so….to our Mothers (easing their worries a bit).
Let us tell our mothers that they are/were just right.
They are/were enough of everything we need(ed).
And they do/did just enough for each of us.
Because…
Enough is better than perfect.
Just enough allows for cracks & breaks & interruptions & experimentation & not knowing & falling down & getting up
again. And starting over again every morning.

Where the cracks are, the love, like light, shines through.
And like the Chinese, the cracks are filled with gold.
Then the bowl is strong again.

So on this Mother’s Day, let us thank our mothers for all they gave us – For the days and nights, weeks, months & years.
A lot of years.
And then let us go out into the morning like the poem
And sing to them. Or better yet, sing with them. love, Risa
Offering mother a bowlful of flowers.
Each flower, filled with gratitude & love.