Heaven & Earth

My earliest memories were working
alongside Mother in the fields.

Always working, my mother.
Each grain of rice, a symbol of life,
never wasted.

While we worked,
she'd teach me all I had to know about life.

Mama, where did I really come from?
Where do babies come from?

From my belly button.
Don't worry. God makes babies
and puts them in your belly.

You have plenty of warning.
The fragile rice had to be planted
and transplanted several times.

Our rice paddies were always
near the cemeteries...

...because we believed the spirits
passed through the soil into the rice...

...so the new generation,
in eating the rice...

...was sharing in the spirit
of their ancestors.