Hi Amy – Anne Sexton wrote of that rowing toward God that had to flow through so many “pestilential” rooms to arrive there, and this conversation with mother, or the Mothers (for me a Godhead, for sure), has work to do, difficult degrees to perambulate and cross and transgress and imbibe and transcribe. All are necessary, and possible too–if one believes that on the other side is a welcoming mother, or God. That’s a belief that is built poem by poem, day by day, don’t you? I have a water bride who is both my mother as I remember her standing over me at the sea when I was a baby — her voice blent with the water — and my ocean deity, whoever beckons me to the next poem. Keep it up, girl. There’s always a next door in the dream of the life.