God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
No matter what your relationship is to your own mother & no matter what your method of mothering is, the commonality that weaves all mother’s together is rooted in the simple truth that woman is ‘life bringer’. From her all human life comes forth. In this lifetime we may have many mother’s. We have our birth mother & other women who come into our lives that extend the teachings beyond what our own birth mother could give us. i am thankful for all my mother’s, especially this beautiful selfless life giving Earth.
Motherhood is sacred. Whether you adhere to a spiritual path matters little, pregnancy & birth are the initiations that create a foundation to draw forth from. The practice itself lies in mothering.
The emotional depths that motherhood thrusts us into are all and all the same. The utter awareness and presence that is required to bear and raise children, the self-discipline required, weaves its web across this planet. On the outside it may look different but the inside job is all the same.
Motherhood confronts us with all that is seen and all that is unseen.
The emotional landscape we journey through may be anything from wandering through thick jungles, barren desserts, climbing mountains or effortlessly wandering through an open meadow. We are tried and tested. Challenged by the ever changing demands placed upon us as we wander into the unknown.
Our emotions flood our being from ecstasy to exhaustion – from being wide open to isolating ourselves. Resistance to what we must face and confront always causing us more pain and letting go will reveal itself to be the only tool we can really fall back on…over and over.
Our children will continue to push us to redefine ourselves, our values and needs as we rediscover ourselves through different eyes.
There is a reason pregnancy and birth were seen as rites of passage. They are the tools from which we draw from, the strength we found, and how open we are to allowing ourselves to bloom in the process. This garden of Earth has created many beautiful flowers, not to be compared but to equally be admired for their own beauty and uniqueness. All flowers share the same purpose and that is to bloom.
It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold.
What matters is that you are flowering.
=:= Osho =:=
When are babies are born, so is the mother that lives within us.
For some mother’s it unfolds with ease and she becomes a fragrant garden, sustained by her own sweetness. A mother proud of her achievement.
For other’s, motherhood must be grown into and if she is not nourished from her wellspring within, she becomes dry and barren like a desert. Lost in her own pain.
Motherhood is not an easy task and in our career’s of raising our young we either come to know ourselves better or we loose ourselves within our roles.
Among the many emotions we face throughout the days, of joy, frustration, anger, bliss, contentment, loneliness, exhaustion, and worry, the only thing that remains is the presence we give each moment.
Motherhood can be the ultimate meditation. Always calling us back to be present, in this moment, right now. And who else but children to continually try to keep us anchored in the moment. Always in the NOW. The tasks we are called to, from making meals, cleaning up, cuddling, changing diapers, bathing, and tucking the little ones into bed, refrain our minds from wandering….too much.
How do we raise our children with that kind of presence and integrity?
How do we carry our babies and treat them with dignity and sovereignty, giving self-lessly, all the while finding the time for much needed self care?
How do we sort through our own wounds and patterns while simultaneously working on creating healthy patterns for our young?
That is the awe of motherhood, to me.
Our life, our children and even our own mother’s are the reflections of what lessons we must learn. They may be different for you and me, but at the heart of it, growth, evolution, and heart’s breaking wide open are the goals.
So on this mother’s day, which i find intriguing, is celebrated after Beltane, the day of the goddess of fertility and life bringing, never mind in the month of Taurus, which is also a very feminine, fertile earth sign, hee hee
be kind to yourself
allow the healing to unfold – stop resisting what is in front of you and embrace it.
and move on.
Call yourself back to this present moment, the only place your power lives. all change begins here. remember that in order for our children to be healthy and whole, we must be healthy and whole. as within as without.
In my heart i hold a sacred space for all the mother’s who have suffered loss and pain.
My love and compassion goes out to mother’s those who are struggling to raise their young on their own, and those who didn’t have mother’s and now find themselves to be mother’s. you are the most important creatures on Earth.
…and let us not forget our connection to our ultimate MOTHER. our EARTH.
we have 2 mother’s when we are born. when we leave the wombs of our mother’s we step into another womb, that of the Earth.
i pray in a good way for our Earth, the ultimate life bringer.
may we raise our children to be good stewards and caretakers, for all the future generations, 7 generations forward. bless you all.
This sacredeness that mothering is should ideally be celebrated everyday! (minus all the marketing!)
Give without expectation otherwise don’t give at all…..
Receive without expectation ~ it may come in many unexpected ways.
Love is the ultimate gift*
i thank my children for choosing me as their mother, guide and teacher & i thank THEM for teaching me in so many ways. i love you.
Hand TO Heart ((O))
Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. I met her in a bar once in Iowa City. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother’s, and hers. Remember your father. He is your life also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. I heard her singing Kiowa war dance songs at the corner of Fourth and Central once. Remember that you are all people and that all people are you. Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you. Remember that all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember that language comes from this. Remember the dance that language is, that life is. Remember.
by Joy Harjo