The following are poems and thoughts that people shared about this doodle:
"Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.
Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away."
-Beth Sherdell
"...It is not joy that makes us grateful; it is gratitude that makes us joyful." (Brother David Steindl-Rast) -Leta H.
"I love this mother and child doodle. Eliza is so very talented, and this one captures love and peace all at once. Since peace happens so rarely in a household with children, I love being reminded that it exists." -Karen C.P.
"Bella Luna!"
A Mother's Heart
So filled with Love
She converses with -
Her sacred Sister Moon
And together they share
Ancient wisdom of the women
Who guided the tribe
She feels the water
Gentle and soothing
Carrying back into -
The depths of the ocean
The announcement of
Another life on earth
All of the ocean's creatures
Join the mother in celebration
And in that moment
Oneness comes full circle
-Jackie Barros VanCampen
This watercolor makes me think of this beautiful Khalil Gibran poem:
On Children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.