the medieval faithful believed Spain’s Cape Finisterre was the end of the world
and to sail beyond that horizon was to fall off the very face of the earth
I stand on the rocky shore and feed the strands of my mother’s hair to the Atlantic
I release her to the other side
my feet planted in this world
without her
I love the image of release: to “feed the strands of my mother’s hair to the Atlantic” It opens my heart and I take a deep breath of salty briny sea….release indeed!
Muchos Gracias!
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