mother love

Created from the Milky Way shining into Mother Moon,

reflections from that ancient light emerging from her womb.

 

Bonded to Earth's creation;

learning at mother's breast

to embrace Her gifts and lessons.

 

The dance takes me up

In motherly embrace,

Holds me softly,

Listens closely,

Lifts out all my sorrow,

Lets me fly.

 

 

 

If mothers are invisible it's because we make ourselves so. Women do get so caught up in the servant role, taking care, in the background, making sure everything is as it should be for everyone around. This is keeping ourselves invisible. If we want a say, we need to speak up. If we want our kids to see us as real, individual, human beings -- not just "Mom" -- we have to relate to them on that level, honestly, passionately, telling them who we are and listening to their revelations about themselves, and helping them to bridge the gap of experience. No. The job of mother is not to be the silent servant, the self-sacrificed. The job of mother is to teach our children to be their most, their best, their brightest in the way that kids learn best, by modeling that philosophy.

 

In a perfect world the rights of mother and child would be balanced, each respected, valued and cherished by society which requires them for its very existence.

 

 

 

 

Mother and Child Meditation

 

 

Visualize the bond between Mother and Child.

Do you imagine it broken by

internal jealousies, shyness against intimacy,

cringing before angry gods of tribal culture,

dying of a thousand casual wounds, volleys

of will and grievance cast into fragile frays?

Or do you see a pageantry of unfailing matriarchs.

Strong sons and daughters waltz in attendance.

Flowers bloom from every slip of finery into

fertile mud.

Mothers of our species tend toward

adaptability, bear challenge of balance.

Trying out touted trends, begging for guidance

when their own experience ill fits today's

terror and tantalization.  Always someone must

be blamed; sentiments must be appeased.

Where is the ease, the joy, the sharing up and down,

familial care and comfort?  Where is that not our fair

Command?

A child is a gift to the future; a mother is a gift

of nature and nurture.  Each brings, receives

all imaginable possibilities.  Each is a present day.

 

 

 

Mother Courage

 

 

I give my wandering children

Anger to protect you from pain

Rage to ameliorate agony

Fear of what folks won’t explain

Fraught laughter to counteract tragedy

Music to move you to heal

Theater to unite what we feel

that vague sense that nothing is real ...

Lost at an indistinct edge made of snow

Unsure where we’ve come from, with nowhere to go

Beggars and bullies and braggarts and whores

iron chains on our windows in rooms with no doors

Fire roams freely, unleashed by cruel wars,

feeds forever on days we will never see,

worlds we will never be

given

 

 

 

Mother Says

 

 

Enjoy the Sun

Enjoy the rain

Enjoy the love

Enjoy the pain

Enjoy the fear

Enjoy the rage

 

Listen intimately

to your broken heart.

Feel its words; inhale its art.

 

Dance, sing, self-embrace

and swing.

Enjoy surprise, the changing tides,

this space in time while you’re alive.