CALLING ALL WOMEN

We are calling the Grandmothers, Mothers, Sisters, Aunts, Daughters
The wild women
The crones
The seers and midwives
The mountain and desert women
The soul summoners
The water carriers
The tenders and feelers of Earth
The ocean women who are rising the tide
The fire women who are ready to roar
The girls who already breathe consciously with the trees
and the Elders who choose to sing the song that ends the desecration of our world –
We are calling you to to rise together now –
You are invited – to unite and awaken to who and what you really are,
on behalf of the forests, on behalf of the trees, on behalf of Life.

by Clare Dubois

Photo: Lois Thevarge

Emotionally Hostage

Our emotions will sometimes take on a life of their own in extreme situations.

● We shouldn’t be expected to hold them ransom.
● We are not separate from them.
● We cannot be held emotionally hostage.

The onus does lie in; what we allow them to do.

MOTHER’S DAY

MOTHER’S DAY WITHOUT HER For many, Mother’s Day is one to be avoided, to dread, to rage at.
But consider this.
If you have a mother in heaven, who you miss so much that this day burns like fire, then you have been blessed.
So many do not know this.
So many do not understand a love so deeply bonding, that the grief is beyond comprehension.
And consider this also.
If your mother is no longer with you on this mortal coil, do not, for a moment, believe that she is gone.
That you are without her.
For that is not possible.
She beats with your every heartbeat.
She breathes with your every gasp.
She is coded into your every cell.
That cannot be undone.

For many, Mother’s Day is one to be avoided, to dread, to rage at.
But consider this.
If you have a mother in heaven, who you miss so much that this day burns like fire, then you have been blessed.
So many do not know this.
So many do not understand a love so deeply bonding, that the grief is beyond comprehension.
And consider this also.
If your mother is no longer with you on this mortal coil, do not, for a moment, believe that she is gone.
That you are without her.
For that is not possible.
She beats with your every heartbeat.
She breathes with your every gasp.
She is coded into your every cell.
That cannot be undone.

Perhaps, perhaps, you could begin to celebrate, on Mother’s Day, and every day, that you were gifted a mother like yours.

And instead of avoiding this day, perhaps, perhaps, you could embrace it again and invite her to be with you, again.
Remembering, as you did on earth, how blessed you were.

Perhaps, perhaps, this day could become a sweet one once more, as you do all the things you know she loved on earth. For her.

For many, Mother’s Day is one to be avoided but I wonder if maybe that could change.
I wonder if she is waiting for that.

Perhaps she is waiting for that.

Donna Ashworth
‘To the women’

My Mom 💖

As my Moms age and health became ongoing factors I’d stepped into the care giver role. Which was incredibly complicated during the pandemic. For months and months after my Moms passing, I would catch myself still listening for the phone. And sometimes picking up the phone to call her. Those daily activities are the things that you miss.💞 It has been 9 months. There’s so much I have to share, with her. And I don’t know what to do with it. Mother’s Day is weeks away. But, Mom’s birthday is on Monday, March 28th.

When this piece by Donna Ashworth showed up in my newsfeed tonight. I cried. And kept re-read ing it.

Timing was impeccable.

LIFE JOURNAL

We share those moments in our lives that were not so pretty, in hopes that our stories / experiences may some day pave the way for others. . . .

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