The Mother Creature

To the mothers. Those beings that birth ending in small bodies, making of their own a feasting table offered up in service all for love.

To the mothers, those ones who have discovered that there is a different love that cannot be known until it is known, cannot be explained; only felt, lived, suffered, agonized over and endured.

To the mothers. Those living embodiments of expansion as service, widening their bodies and understanding to make room for whatever decides to show itself, with no guarantees to outcome.

To the mothers, whose daily initiation into selflessness rewires desire - from expectation of reciprocity, to legacy. 

To the mothers, who learn over time that the hard does not end, but it does change. They become stronger. Their love deepens and matures beyond what is thought possible. They discover great wells of ability they never knew they held. 

To the mothers navigating and maneuvering labyrinthine trails and trials with nothing less than authenticity and stubborn, willfull tenacity. 

To the mothers who have come to the center of their darkness, looking full into the face of the beast and retrieving their greatest gifts from within its jaws. 

To the mothers staring the abyss down, watching what rises greet them with a bow to honor their bravery. 

To the mothers, whose frantic desperation to accomplish and produce is allowed to mellow, as they realize that simply living their beautiful body of truth has always been more than enough, regardless of external outcomes.

To the mothers who begin to see their teachers for what they are, glimpsing something sweet, something bright, something sacred that lives in their own fibers and filaments. 

To the mothers who begin to consider a new relationship with pleasure, startling them with its power, wondering if perhaps pleasure itself is a holy power, sacred in its own right, worthy of spiritual and physical pursuit. 

To the mothers who learn the way of the Mother-Creature only from the ground up, from the inside out, in the moments in between moments, slowly and agonizingly. 

To the mothers who discover that this is the only way it can be done, and do not waste time searching for a short cut. 

To the mothers who will not be rushed, cultivating patient acceptance of the Mother-Creature that devours them inch by inch.

To the mothers who realize that yes, they will die in many ways, but will be resurrected.

To the mothers that recognize the Mother-Creature as their greatest teacher and healer, holding medicine gained at great cost: life as they know it. 

To the mothers that teach other mothers it is okay to grieve. Hear me now- if the cost is very great then the medicine has equal or greater value. You are purchasing a deep, old, great, potent power in the days, weeks, months and years behind and before you.

To the mothers whose souls begin to recognize ancient mile markers at this time. Things that felt like destruction will begin to take on a different sheen, something like birth and moonlight on water. 

To the mothers who come to see the long lessons their children have brought to them, and the shaping of their soul in small skilled hands, offering opportunities and classrooms of compassion, of love-in-action, of humility, of sacred play, of nothingness, the wisdom of a tired body that stops at last, of boredom. 

To the mothers, whose babies have given them a new relationship to their body and her deva. To the mothers who approach transitions and changing seasons with a deep sense of gratitude and wonder, gazing over the years thus far as a journey into discovery of self. 

To the mothers, whose precious soul will whisper in the deepest hours of night, “You will see that you have spent these years very well. You have made glorious mistakes. You chose deeply painful experiences that offered you profoundly emotional responses. You alternated between bravery and fear beautifully, learning the intricacies of each, and the gifts that each bestowed on your senses and motivations. You have let yourself be broken open, changed and reshaped. You have looked for the beauty inside of the brokenness, and you have found it.”