My Mother Was Also Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

Parts of Psalm 139, NIV:

“For you formed my inward parts;

    you knitted me together in my mother’s womb…

for I am fearfully and wonderfully made…

My frame was not hidden from you,

when I was being made in secret,

    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance;

in your book were written, every one of them,

    the days that were formed for me,

    when as yet there was none of them…”

This is a pictorial companion piece that sits alongside the writings I Wish I Had Never Conceived You and Mother’s RX.

During my recent exploration of Buckhannon, W Va, the Trans-Alleghany Lunatic Asylum, my Mother’s 1945/1946 Diary and Old Family Albums I took with me on this personal getaway between July 1-4th of this year, this piece found its title and conception.

I cannot tell my story, without also giving glimpses of my mother’s story…as cryptic as it is to me…