the mystery that mothers
““What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?””
there is an ineffable connection eternally created and creating, beyond and within cosmos and bodies and time. the constancy of interconnected change herself - permeating - becoming us with her rhythms, our rhythms, rhythms yet to be.
reliable and trustworthy in her transitory ways of inspiration and revelation, she midwives us as we ride the waves of her mysterious wisdom, becoming known only in glimpses in our own deep unknowing.
the Mystery that calls and quickens our Sacred and Ordinary Hearts, in one Way or an Other.
the Mystery that births our new ways of being and seeing, conceived from the merging, hope and inevitable release of what came before, within the very wombs and tombs in which we shift and form.
the Mystery that will deliver us back home to parts of ourselves we have lost, forgotten, buried or abandoned amidst the worlds we were born into.
the Mystery that eternally Mothers.
How did we ever get the idea that God would supply us on demand with quick fixes, that God is merely a rescuer and not a midwife?
- Sue Monk Kidd
[mixed-media painted meditation sketch on paper, Cosmic Mary, 14”x17”]
