I buy flowers for the Allmother every Monday. Today, they are white.

Sometimes, as I am looking over the bouquets at the market, I will purposefully buy a bunch that have some damaged flowers, out of tenderness of heart. If I do not buy them, likely no one will, and they will just wither in the store and be thrown away. But I give those damaged ones to the Allmother, along with their more beautiful intertwined brethren, because I know, like all mothers know, that it is possible to love perfectly even what is imperfect.

So, She and I do this together. I liberate the unloved from the market and She loves them with all of Her heart.