Low tide at Bamburgh
Ericka Robson Ericka Robson

Low tide at Bamburgh

April, springtime, meeting up with friends at nearly halfway point between Edinburgh and us. Windy and wet, and sea treasures everywhere. Wracks of all types, sea lettuce, and kelp. Rockpooling, sea air, friends and family, fish and chips - a most perfect day.

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All children are our children
Ericka Robson Ericka Robson

All children are our children

I have hundreds of these photos probably, selfies of my daughter and I at the beach, squinting into the sun, catching a memory, affirming that we were there, together, happy, joyful. I am so, so lucky to have these shared experiences and memories, and I will never take them for granted.

Since last year there has been a heaviness behind everything. There is an emptiness, a hollowness, a dystopian feeling to our joy while the world allows for the destruction of the Palestinian people,

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To my daughter and all children
Ericka Robson Ericka Robson

To my daughter and all children

May you know your own sacredness, and the sacredness of all beings,

May you be cared for, and may you care for others,

May you always know love, feel loved and give love,

May you be safe, happy, and free,

And may you be devoted to the safety, freedom, and happiness of all beings.

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Summer’s end - thoughts on home, Mom
Ericka Robson Ericka Robson

Summer’s end - thoughts on home, Mom

Home is everywhere and nowhere. It flickers and changes. Just like Mom does now. It’s in both the familiar and the new. It's active, and only stays alive through effort and care. It’s what you feel being around people who love deeply and who put their love into action.

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