"It takes a village to raise a child".

... So the African proverb goes.

It was very warm today, for February anyway. The strong warm wind made it impossible not to feel spring nearing. This summer daughter turns 16. 

My baby is becoming a young woman.

17 years of cultivating this village inside me, so I could be everyone and everything for her. An ideal world I so naively thought would naturally exist at the magnificence and magic that was her birth. It turns out I was the only one in tune with the bliss that is our existence, and I wake up every morning excited as if I've just landed and the present day is indeed a present. 

Alas, our modern civilized world is a vacant one, bereft from meaningful connections, oblivious to the interconnectedness between us humans, and the many different generations.