Mama
When was the last time you listened to the call of the mother? To open your heart to her voice and listen to the words she whispers to you for change? That happened to me at the beginning of this year when that north wind came blowing her message to let go of everything. It took me several months to process what that would mean. Eventually, I knew that a new way of living and being was calling me, so, I sold my house and gave away most of the things I had in it. Now I’m a free-spirit wanderer, moving from place to place and learning the art of non-attachment.
This is a pivotal moment in my life. A new life being built not on certainty but on trust and yes, it is uncomfortable, and I am tender in many places. Yet, that tenderness is opening me up deeper into healing ancestral and inner child programs of lack, fear, and unworthiness. I am being reconstructed in new ways. Learning how to walk sure-footed in my own unfolding. Trusting the turns, twist, and the places where I cannot see and more surprisingly, I’ve felt a deeper connection with the divine feminine as a result. She is carrying me in her womb during this time, a rebirthing is at hand.
She calls to me, her voice a song in my heart to awaken, to feel, to go beyond, and to allow. I am feeling so much now. Once we let go of all the distractions, the things we couldn’t allow begins to surface to be seen and felt. This is integration I tell myself. I am integrating what feels like a lifetime of experiences but more recently, integrating the last seven years after my husband died. What do I now do with all this love I still have? I’ve decided to turn that love unto myself. To find the places within me where love hasn’t been welcomed.
This next year is all about me. I am taking a sacred pause to reset, recalibrate, and renew from the inside out. This retuning of my energies will enable me to return to what I love to do, help others in more wholesome and aligned way. But filling my own cup first is necessary. The sacred mother is within all of us. She is every watchful with her gaze and we need her guidance now more than ever. She is not boastful, nor aggressive, she will never chide, blame, or make you feel less than. Rather, the mother’s energy is about receiving, opening our hearts to being receptive.
As we near the end of the year, I wanted to share my story with you and perhaps you might be bold enough to share your story with someone else. We all have our own stories, let yours be heard. Create some quiet time and become acquainted with your inner womb and the sacred mother’s voice. She lives inside each of us, calling us to remember her presence, the healing she offers, and the joy awaiting us. Below is a poem titled “Mama” that I wrote to her. May your heart be blessed and may love overflow in your life.
Happy Holidays!
Mama
Oh Mama
Touch my face. Hold it in your hands.
Let your vines scatter through me
Weaving your tapestry of life within me.
Oh Mama
Lay me down in your womb
Cradle me in your liquid universe and
let the blackness of your womb heal me.
Oh Mama
Speak the language of the divine that
runs through every tree, insect, bird, stone,
every animal.
Speak the language of nature to my heart
Awaken the sacred forest that dwells within me
The one I have forgotten.
Teach me the song of the trees that sway to
the music of the wind.
The song of the sloths that move with such quiet
stillness, taking life in with reverence.
The birds remember the way
Help me to remember mine.
Oh Mama
Breathe your breath into my mouth
Let me breathe what you breathe. Life.
Let my eyes, my soul be awaken into the
sunrise of your heart.
Let the song of your womb become my
own.
Oh Pachamama
Teach me your ways.
The ways of your sacred heart.