Mothers, I am here to remind you of your crown.
You have literally been initiated
into the creative source of the Universe.
So often, I have seen mothers uproot themselves
from their own superpower when trying to act in the world,
as if the big boys in suits know the rules of
the game of creation better than they do.
Mothers, you know how creation works, more than anyone.
Stay close to that knowing.
The knowing is not in your cranial brain;
it is in your womb brain.
You do the impossible; you have superpowers.
You have been through receiving life, growing life,
gestation, holding, sustaining. You know how to wait;
you’ve been through all the different changes
that happen in order for new life to come.
You know and have experienced exactly
when the time is right to move in full action.
And you have learned this symbiosis,
this total merging with another being—
the complete, utter commitment
and surrender required of you.
We need you more than ever. Your Shakti, in my view,
is what’s going to save us.
And it is saving us every single day.
Without you, none of this would be here.
Mothers, take your seat.
Straighten that crown, and hold your head high.
Own what you’ve been through and what you’re going through.
The world needs you.
~ Chameli Ardagh
Don’t be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others.
Unfold your own myth.
Old woman is watching Watching over you in the darkness of the storm she is watching watching over you weave and mend weave and mend Old Woman is watching watching over you with her bones become a loom she is weaving watching over us weave and mend golden circle weave and mend sacred sisters weave and mend I have been searching lost alone I have been searching for many years I have ben searching Old Woman and I find her in myself
excerpt from “The Face of Old Women” by Anne Cameron
In the beginning of this time, there was a void filled with the potent memory of all that had come before. Eternal Spirit moved through the void, speaking and the sound of Spirit’s voice created the first forms from the formless. Light separated from dark, and heaven from earth. And the horizon came into being, holding the edge between what is here now and what is possible beyond this moment.
Spirit danced with elemental earth, air, fire, and water; loving each one for its unique gifts, and playing with what was now possible within the duality of heaven and earth. Spirit danced and sang, creating suns, planets and many other wonders from fire and breath, dust and ice. And eventually our earth coalesced in the light of its sun, seeded with the infinite potential of new life.
One day, as Spirit moved in love across the earth, a simple single celled plant burst forth out of the mysterious alchemy of sun and air, earth and water. And then more and more intricate plant forms formed and joined the dance. Animal life came next, perfectly designed to sustain itself on the oxygen and plant life that arose before it.
Over time, a web of seething, breathing, giving and receiving life arose on Earth, weaving itself into existence, allowing Spirit to dance and love in many forms on our planet.
And the miracle of Life continues its elemental creation dance with Spirit to this day, shifting and creating anew in every moment. Until one day you and I decided to be born and join the dance.
And what will happen next? What is possible now that we have joined the dance?
I attended a writer’s workshop near Seattle last week. I camped in a little tent in the middle of a beautiful forest. I was camping alone, but I didn’t feel lonely. The frogs of the nearby pond serenaded me nightly. I would lie each night in my tent beneath two huge old spruce trees and revel in their chorus. Here’s what I learned about frogs…
Frog timing is impeccable. Each night, one or two tiny frogs begin the frog chant and then another 2 or 3 will join in echoing the melody of the first perfectly. Then a third group joins, echoing the same melody. They join their voices and build a master symphony piece by piece, until their ultimate harmony rises and falls, undulating and echoing off the pond. Each masterpiece only lasts for one moment, maybe two. And then silence. Each serenade abruptly stops as if a maestro has cut the air with his baton to signal cease! Yet there is no maestro conductor on this pond. Only a few tiny green frogs magically harmonizing together.
At times, the nightly frog serenade would get so loud that I would literally have trouble thinking. But I was actually ok with that. Witnessing their creation up close was my compensation. It was fascinating to me that each frog sang out his piece of the symphony so loud and proud. I sensed zero hesitation and not an ounce of shame. One night as I listened to the symphony, I wondered to myself what I might learn from these little frogs. There had to be a reason my tent was positioned on the front row at this frog concert. It was too serendipitous to be an accident.
On my third night in the front row at frog symphony hall, I finally received the lesson frog was offering. I realized that I had been lying in my tent each night, debating with myself about how much of my story to write. I had been debating how much of me it was safe to share with the world. Meanwhile just outside, a tiny little frog sat on the muddy bank of a tiny little pond and bellowed out his song. He bellowed out his offering to the Gods with joy and gusto, night after night with little hesitation, Frog refused to be silent. He just belted out his creations for all the world to hear.
Frog didn’t waste time worrying about who was listening. He didn’t worry about what his audience would think of his song. He just sang his song night after night. He sang it with gusto. Maybe, just maybe I was lying there in a tent next to frog’s pond to receive a lesson in the art of expressing myself with joyful abandon?
Joyful abandon… I love the sound of that. Juicy green joyful abandon! I could definitely use more of that in my life. 🙂
noun – complete lack of inhibition or restraint