This is the second day of my drive to California to be near my son. It has been a long difficult task of planning and preparing for my move. As I reflect while I drive I realize it is all worth it, even if I only get to see my son once a week. My mother made this type of decision to move when I was a child. Single mom, low income with no means of support other than her self. I can now say there is one more reason to have high respect for her and working class people in general. For us moving is a ordeal, something to worry about and stress over. Yet we survive!
The picture in this post is of a gift given to me from a young and wise family member. This is a worry doll from New Mexico. One should place it underneath a pillow so that during rest yours worries will go away. For me it is currently serving as my mini mobile altar that is keeping me from worrying about all that is ahead of me.