Where you rest now, may your heart be cupped in the hands of our Mother Mary. As Eve herself might cradle in her creased hands a pomegranate to share with the beyond-the-garden-world. Ah, my mother, what I would not give to sip a cup of tea at the kitchen table with you being the age I am now, the woman you were then, and always will be in our groaning hearts. Well, until my blood runs cold anyway, and my risen-heart is rekindled in our Mother's embrace, like the act of mothering a cup.* Every breath - just breathing - is a prayer for you to catch across the abyss because you gave me spirit. I breathe-prayer to repay a mother's love, sure that was my first great blessing. ++++++++++++++++++++++ "Mothering a cup" is to prepare tea ware - teapots or cups - before pouring the tea into the vessel.