A beautiful Mother's Day reflection and poem, Robin. My flower is white, but I consider myself fortunate to have had my mother in my life for over 60 years. She died only five weeks after the death of my father. She was 90. I remember going for a walk along the water few days after her death. Suddenly I felt her unmistakable presence next to me, as if she were floating near my right shoulder. I was afraid to turn toward the presence for fear she would disappear. The presence was offering comfort. The feeling was so strong and the presence so much a part of me, that I had that same visceral sense that she continues to live inside me that Thich Nhat Hanh describes in his writing. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for sharing your experience of your mother’s comforting presence, Cathy. A tender marvel. Your memory has prompted one of mine. Not about my mother, who is living well and independently in her eighties. But about my daughter, several years before she was born. Maybe I’ll write about it in an upcoming post. You’ve inspired me.
Thank you for this, Robin! Your poem is beautiful, and Persephone and Demeter came up naturally in my writing for today, as well.
I was fortunate enough to spend time with my 31 yo daughter last week, and she trusted me with an Inner Child Tarot reading. In some ways, it broke my heart, in others, allowed me to see how the women through our lineage are bonded by such similar pains, each doing her best given the time in history she inhabits.
Mother's Day has felt hard for me, just as motherhood has, but yesterday I was happy to find the absence of any aversion.
I was grateful to have my 86 yo mother here with me for a few hours yesterday, each accepting the other for who she is at present. 💐💓
How beautiful that you gave your daughter the Inner Child Tarot reading, Maria. I love your honesty and empathy, and I can sense the connections running deep in your lineage. What a blessing to be together with your mother, to bring awareness to the moment, and to keep your heart open to new possibilities.
What a lovely message. Thank you for your kind words, Laury. I'm glad this post has sparked you to write a new piece about your mother. I look forward to reading it.
This is all just so perfect. Curated is right, gorgeous elements. You have me wanting to write about my mother's firs, three of them, hanging downstairs in my basement. Thank you for sharing your evocative poem.
A beautiful Mother's Day reflection and poem, Robin. My flower is white, but I consider myself fortunate to have had my mother in my life for over 60 years. She died only five weeks after the death of my father. She was 90. I remember going for a walk along the water few days after her death. Suddenly I felt her unmistakable presence next to me, as if she were floating near my right shoulder. I was afraid to turn toward the presence for fear she would disappear. The presence was offering comfort. The feeling was so strong and the presence so much a part of me, that I had that same visceral sense that she continues to live inside me that Thich Nhat Hanh describes in his writing. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for sharing your experience of your mother’s comforting presence, Cathy. A tender marvel. Your memory has prompted one of mine. Not about my mother, who is living well and independently in her eighties. But about my daughter, several years before she was born. Maybe I’ll write about it in an upcoming post. You’ve inspired me.
I look forward to reading it, Robin.
Thank you, Prajna. 🙏🏼
Oh my goddess. You are writing is so good. I will be back for a more thoughtful comment. I’m not able to type right now. Thank you.
Thank you for this, Robin! Your poem is beautiful, and Persephone and Demeter came up naturally in my writing for today, as well.
I was fortunate enough to spend time with my 31 yo daughter last week, and she trusted me with an Inner Child Tarot reading. In some ways, it broke my heart, in others, allowed me to see how the women through our lineage are bonded by such similar pains, each doing her best given the time in history she inhabits.
Mother's Day has felt hard for me, just as motherhood has, but yesterday I was happy to find the absence of any aversion.
I was grateful to have my 86 yo mother here with me for a few hours yesterday, each accepting the other for who she is at present. 💐💓
How beautiful that you gave your daughter the Inner Child Tarot reading, Maria. I love your honesty and empathy, and I can sense the connections running deep in your lineage. What a blessing to be together with your mother, to bring awareness to the moment, and to keep your heart open to new possibilities.
White. But releasing memory as alive as the Rose.
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Saving to read when I can sit down and breathe it in, Robin. Happy Mother's Day, whichever rose you wear, and however that lives in your heart
Happy Mother's Day, Robin.
Thank you, Lyns. I often recommend Thich's work because it brings such peace. I've been thinking of you and will visit soon. Take good care.
This is gorgeous, Robin, thank you.
What a lovely message. Thank you for your kind words, Laury. I'm glad this post has sparked you to write a new piece about your mother. I look forward to reading it.
This is all just so perfect. Curated is right, gorgeous elements. You have me wanting to write about my mother's firs, three of them, hanging downstairs in my basement. Thank you for sharing your evocative poem.