Primitive skills some call it.... but that is another story.
Walking in nature with as little as possible and relying on nature to provide what is needed…. Shelter, water, fire, food…. I can’t help but to see the earth as Mother and each of the necessities given or taken as a gift. A gift needed to live one more day.
I have a memory of rocking my sick baby for the third night in a row. I had not had a shower in a few days, my shirt had boogies, spit up and drool on it, and as I sat there singing to my baby in the dark I had an “ah-ha” moment.
This is the Goddess’ sacred work too.
No pretty dress, no flowers or candlelight, no music, no drums, no crystals or fancy incense….. just me and my baby.
I am the Sacred Mother.
My son opens an almond and says, “mommy, see the Goddess”. I had once explained to him that the Goddess is in everyone and everything. Now he points Her out to me every time he opens an almond.
I see the Goddess in their eyes…. so serious. I see Her in their hands as they explore new buggy friends.
I am humbled.
My mother the Sea Goddess
My mother was born and raised in the Phillipines and moved here to “the states” when she was 17. At the age of 60 she finally made it back. And what is one of the first things she does?? She climbs down a spiral staircase into a cave that the ocean waves are rushing in and out of. And then she proceeds to swim out into the frothing sea.
Gleefully giggling the whole time! It’s clear to me that in the sea she is home. No wonder she is such a miracle worker when teaching children to swim!
My closest circle of friends, my inspiration. They, who, as I see them as goddess, they see the same in me. My soul is filled from their cups.
Happy Mother's Day!!! Thou art Goddess!!!
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