Today I am sad. Am I a poor mother? My daughter is in pain. Physical pain. Emotional pain. And I can't take it away. I can't change it. Isn't that my job? Aren't I responsible to ease her pain? Actually, aren't I responsible for preventing pain from ever touching her at all? Have I failed? Shouldn't I have a remedy? Why doesn't my magic wand make her all better? Why won't her boo-boo be fixed by a kiss? I'm sad. So I look outside. I'm in the midst of beauty. Beauty all around

Justine and I have spent the past week together. Creating. We have ignored everything else. Monica Jean (MJ) and her beau Phillip have cooked — gloriously — all our meals, And made nourishing herbal infusions for us to drink, So we can create, create, create. Here's our list of what we planned to accomplish. And what we actually did. > Create at least one mitochondria book in The Motherline Medicine Series. — The Spirit of the Plants — Yes! (Still work to do, but all images a