Caroline Ishii

A reflection on mothers, mothering, and the food that holds us.

This morning, I walked by the lake while the last colours of sunrise were still stretched across the sky.

I was walking past the University of Toronto campus when I saw clusters of people gathered under blooming sakura trees.

Lately, I’ve been noticing the patterns of nature on my daily walk in the forest and by the water.

“You are not a drop in the ocean.

What makes something feel comforting and memorable?