Rainfall Set - Silver, quartz

Rain in the Spring time makes me think of cancer. Ten years ago mother quit the toxic chemo in the fall, declined through the winter and died in the Spring. Every year as the days get longer I feel like I’m supposed to be excited about rebirth but all I think about is death. Ten years ago my mother asked me not to grieve her passing; celebrate her life instead. So every year in April I return to my rainy hometown for our annual music festival and have my own secret wake. Surrounded by our old community. Watching the rain fall in the forest and bring it back to life. I sing and dance and cry and I’m not sure if this is what my mother meant but I am trying.