The Heart of the Mother

ofelia phlox at napatree © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg

feeling into this expansiveness today;

beyond the realm of my own amazing mother,
my lineage, and the gift of being mother to my beloved son…

the world is hungry for mothering;

for the great mother that resides in each of us;

a love that cuts through the unessential
and goes straight to the crux of the matter
without bypassing the heart

a love that is so stable and encompassing, it can hold the most broken of souls and situations without turning away or attempting to fix…

a love that knows no boundaries between my children and your children 

a love whose intelligence is infinite and readily accessible in addressing equality, sustainability and peace

a love that serves as a perpetual warm lap in which to rest, where all shadow and light is seen through an unconditional lens

a love that speaks truth to power, albeit on shaky legs

a love that can see the collective need and respond individually in kind…

we will stumble
and we will fall, 
we will fall short
a thousand times,

but we will always rise
again and again;

gestating
birthing
nurturing
letting go

self-mothering

surrogate mothering

mothering the mother; 
who has lost her way
is too tired
never learned how
who lost a child
longs for a child…

knowing there is no "other"...

every day
we are birthing galaxies of new form;

through our

thoughts
creativity
space-holding
longing
interconnectedness
service
parenting
compassion
listening
leadership
mistake making
fierce truth telling;
clear boundaries
vulnerability
forgiveness
inclusion
patience
fathomless love;

we are all mothers;
branches from the same magnificent
life-giving tree…

I bow
to all the ways in which
the necessary medicine of mothering
shows up...

I bow to the generosity and the beauty of mother earth
and all her creatures;
may we heed the call to love and respect... 

celebrating mothers day 2018
honoring my son’s birth tree this morning. we planted a beautiful pink crabapple tree as a sapling, over his buried placenta ~ 24 and a half years ago…

sacred thread words & image © heather rhodes at studio petronella
model: ofelia