Thirty four years ago, and I still remember the moment when my daughter moved inside of me. I was in an art studio with a group of other painters, standing in front of a white piece of paper tacked to the wall.
I am connected to the cosmos, sitting on the earth with my pregnant belly, and in the starry universe at the same time. Years later, I painted myself giving birth, and my daughter giving birth to her daughter. Just last year my grandson was born, and there he is in my arms!