I was out in the backyard this morning to absorb and reflect the changing light while taking detail shots of this weeks spread, 'love', aka "A Mother's Love." The irridescence of lines and forms is radiant on these pages - catching gesture and highlights with brilliance as the viewer, me today, positions and repostions in relation to zbook. I am particularly caprivated by the subtle color nuances enlivening the scene of foothills.
The ladies head expressing atop these mountains holds form as a Queen of the Hills, a Goddess of the rolling, skyreaching earth. She is piercing, this Woman of the moutains. As my eyes travel into her domain, I am aware that she floats as well as soars, and that she speaks from under watercolors; waves and bubbles encapsulating her, and so I am now aware that these mountains are too under the sea perhaps. As I dive upward, the moon glow of the love star leads me into a night sky and so I rock between the above and below surface.
The ladies head expressing atop these mountains holds form as a Queen of the Hills, a Goddess of the rolling, skyreaching earth. She is piercing, this Woman of the moutains. As my eyes travel into her domain, I am aware that she floats as well as soars, and that she speaks from under watercolors; waves and bubbles encapsulating her, and so I am now aware that these mountains are too under the sea perhaps. As I dive upward, the moon glow of the love star leads me into a night sky and so I rock between the above and below surface.
On another note, in Burbank today, there was a five minute flurry of snow. Tony and Hallie were prepped for an outing into the mountains and Jack and I were wrapped in ready for a wet bike ride to the library. We had just started down the street when Hallie called to us amazedly, "it's snowing!" We stopped in wonder, rejoined each other and romped raucously about as our front lawn turned white for a moment in time. I felt a proudness in my Mothering Love, to be ready and available for this miracle; the snow softness lasted only a short short while before returning into a brief icy form and then back to water. 
Later, as Jack was playing in the wet sand of the park, I felt again a surge of brightness in my love, knowing how grand this play in the elements is for the soul. I was thinking of this spread, and holding the picture of the watching, the caring through the eyes which is a gift of motherhood. Thank you zbook for bringing forth these openings in your imagery to allow me to connect here and now in my path of self and giving. I call out to zbook admirers, leave a note on any page, let us know how an image connects to your here and now. Blessings and enjoy the weather, whatever it may bring, -Jennifer
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