Mother’s Day

May 12, 2013

Today is that special day when we celebrate moms across the country.  It is a day to remember how much our moms have sacrificed their lives for ours.  It is a day to be reminded of how much energy moms have put into raising little babies into children, children into teenagers, teenagers into young adults and young adults into big people.  Every step of the way our moms will always be our moms.  They will forever be the dear people we hold close to our hearts, as our life began with their hearts beating close to ours.  We love our moms for all they have done, how they have been there to support us and cheer us on, to listen to our worries, our concerns, our tears, our dreams.  Our moms have been there to hug us when we are down, to tell us that we will rise up again, to cheer us on when we are low.  They are our biggest fans when we reach our goals, their happiness beaming through their souls.  Throughout our lives, whenever they see us, their smiles light up their faces, speaking stories of their everlasting love, the life of a novel they have shared with us.

To all moms everywhere, not just today, but everyday, we love you and appreciate you for the beautiful life you have given us.

Happy Mother’s Day from Clutch NY!

To Feel like a flower.

In  light of the last two weeks, which were filled with violence, bombings, explosions, collapses, deaths, traumas; loss, loss of lives, loss of limbs, loss of homes, loss of loved ones, we can safely say, it is officially spring.

Spring has arrived amongst the turmoil and sadness.  Flowers are blooming between surgeries and funerals.  This weekend, this day, this moment, death is giving way to life and sadness to rebirth.  It is finally time to stop, to look, to smell the glorious flowers that are blooming all around us. Our mortality has been shaken, threatened, challenged and taken.  We are reminded again and again, with every tragedy, with every loss or accident, that we, as flesh and blood, are not a permanent fixture on this planet.  We exist in time, in moments of beauty and stillness.  At times we forget these moments, we forget our flesh, we forget our mortality and we forget to smell the flowers.

It is the essence of the minute, the living in the moment, the sound of the breath moving in and out of the body, that we are reminded of why we are alive, and the purpose of our being.

We at Clutch NY are taking this moment to remember all the victims of the Boston bombings, the explosion in West, Texas and the collapse of the factory in Bangladesh.

Today, this moment, we are smelling the flowers.

Peace.

Laura Dotolo

Clutch NY