Monday, 14 March 2011

The River of Forgetfulness

What do we know about who we are? 

You are my mother
your mother was your mother
and you bore daughters
who in turn bore daughters 

And there are the fathers. The fathers of the past and the present. And sons of course. Pride and Fear. 
Ha Men!

Long lines of ancestry and lives wading through rivers 
and climbing mountains
getting lost in valleys 
or perhaps finding rest 
by a cool pool of water 

So what do we know about who we are? 
we have forgotten
or deny it
or simply don't know 

Does the one who knows carry the responsibility?
Does the awareness call upon me 
to hold
to rest in silence 
and to seek peace? 
Rather than truth? 

For what is truth if you can't see it
if you can't feel it
our body lost from one life to another 

And yet, perhaps, there is a point to truth

How do I re-connect to the truth? 

By not forgetting 

That I am certain
It is in Being that I anchor my self
in the kernel of truth of the present
that contains the past and the future

My children help me to do that
In their demand for authentic
for real
for the truth 

Why mama? 

In the truthful answer there is healing. Healing perhaps that can reach across the ancestors, where ultimately there is no need anymore to know what was and what could have been 

Just Being 

And Peace 

In the knowledge that things are going to be alright 

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Reflection on women

Woman are mothers whether they are actual mothers or not. Today is international women's day. Power to the women! The light of women; their grace and beauty, their broad and sturdy hips. Legs firmly on the ground and hands in attendance. Cupped in order to receive, and to respond. Ay their hands. They stroke and hold. We do a lot of holding, we are good at taking responsibility, we are courageous and strong. We are resilient in the face of adversity, we can fly the skies and ride with the winds where it is necessary, and can be still and quiet and knowing too. And patient. And accepting. And wise. The dark side of women; The need to please too often (in order to get something). Forgetting about her sisters, fighting against them and behaving like men can do. The lack of self-belief and insecurity. The nagging, the quarreling. Like cats - hissssssss, out of my way or I'll scratch! Like a snake - csssssss, I will poison you.  I am jealous of what you've got! Let us become aware of the dark side, and let us turn it around towards the light. Let us rise to the goddess we are - Isis: the mother of the whole of Nature, mistress of the elements, queen of the shades, the beholder of the secrets of life, death and resurrection. Our gift. Let us nurture this jewel and hold hands in solidarity with each other. Sisterhood. So that we may contribute to a better world, to peace, harmony and LOVE.