pa·lo·ma | \ pəˈlōmə \
derived from Latin “palumba” meaning Dove; a symbol of peace
At just over a year old, there are a few things that delight my daughter: mama and the moon, books and the birds. Da ba, she points, her chubby hand grown slender now like her frame. Da ba.
The birds, the birds.
We put up a feeder this spring so she could watch them from the porch. Bluebirds and cardinals. Chickadees and finches. Woodpeckers and wrens.
A pair of morning doves find their way here in the evenings, when the sun comes through the trees, just so, and softens the world in a way that only light can. Every day, the pair peck away, happy with the leftovers, happy to be together.
Paloma began when I was lost, trying to unearth myself in the middle of the miracle of growing a life.
This is the unfolding, the fruit of that ongoing excavation, and the accord, the peace, the joy that is following.
This is my balm and my bond: words and pictures from a life.
I’m Sara, this is Paloma. Welcome.