Today we honour the mother…Mommy, Mama, Mom…
Not society’s expectation of what a mother should be,
the woman who showed up as herself
And learned in real time
A mother's hands build the world
Warm hands.
Hands that smell like her…like soap…
hands that brush, hands that hold, hands that steady you when the ground trembles under your feet.
Some of your stories with her are tender…and some are complicated
Somehow, both realities are true
The feminine principle doesn't require your mother to be flawless…
It asks only that you feel what she gave you: her presence…her care…her willingness to break herself open so you might become whole.
That legacy lives in you now
In how you move through the world, how you hold others,
In every tender moment you create
because she first created it for you.
Every mother who held you shaped the life of everyone you touch.
That ripple is sacred, and it is Her.
Honour her today
Let it settle down in you.
Because she was brave enough to say: you are worth holding.
You are worth everything.
You are my world.
Update:
The long-Legged Muse has landed back in SoCal. I’ll be staying and playing here4, until the next adventure calls…