I forgot about The Great Mother

It seems that over the summer so much growth has happened. It's been an intense time and with growth come the growth pains, literally for the babes and symbolically for the mama. A few times I have been floundering, searching, yearning, fretting, wondering and sighing - where is the answer, what is the answer...... and why can't I be scooped up by my mother and carried and soothed when the waves are threatening to drown me? 

So, once more I forgot about the Great Mother. I encountered her in the dark black hole in the past, where she was saying to me "I have waited for you and have been here for you all along". 

So the other day when I was just scraping by in the face of life's challenges there she was in statue form, looming out from the window of a second hand shop, as if to remind me that indeed she is there. I brought her home and I think she is very special. She radiates a strong energy and keeps me focused. 

Here she is holding her babe. 

And I was reminded of a poem I wrote in her honour:

Mary, Universal Mother

I have received your gift

With love I became his mother 

and gave birth to him

I return him to you, to hold once more in your 

heart and healing hands

And through him and through you

we join Hands

and draw a line around the World

Our Supreme Act of Worship

In honor of Creation

United as Brothers and Sisters

And although I wrote this when I lost the teeny babe I feel now it speaks to me in connection with any loss or pain. I can hand this pain to her when it gets too much for me to carry and she holds it for me. And through her I transform my pain into the energy of connection and worship of life. And be healed. And be transformed. 

I am glad indeed that the Universe has reminded me of The Great Mother. 

Change is in the air and a prayer of the dead

The weather has turned, the light has changed, autumn is upon us and with it all sorts of yearnings and flights of imagination. This time of year, year in and out, takes me into questions of existence; why do we exist? What is the purpose of my life? 


It invariably always takes me to the question of the beyond, its mystery but also its revelations. Three years ago I wrote this poem, based on a real experience of loss but also as a metaphor of the cycle of creation and destruction of life. Here it goes. 

my heart is on fire

for my weenie boy died

my inner crucible is on fire

for her little boy died

let us guard the sacred fire

cleanse and rekindle the dead

our boys shall dance the fire-dance

our boys shall meet in the fire-ball

let us race towards the destruction of our anguish

and walk towards illumination

greet the fire

from high above and from deep below

red earthen mud

let us place that little seed

in a cool dark place

to rest

and perhaps it may grow

Shall we ever meet again?