Servant to mothers...
I am a servant to the mother.
In a world that has forgotten about the mother, I am a servant to the mother and to all that is embroiled in mother. Mother in all her facets, in all that she holds within, without, above, and below. The gestation of this experience has been long and slow, and I feel deeply to my core it will continue gestating and growing even past its birth. I have wondered and wandered about my role and purpose here on our beautiful earth. It was not until my own incredibly challenging motherhood journey began to settle, that I was able to take back my power as a mother during my second birth experience where seemingly I got some clarity and felt the deep innate power we have the potential to touch as mothers. In a connection to something which is far beyond us, touching something ancient, wild, and primal within.
Mothers are in service; we serve our families - at least I am speaking broadly (obviously this is not true of all mothers). We serve society; as we are the bridge between the past and the future, we bridge a gap between the ancestral plane and the here and now. We are the nurturers of our future ancestors. Our wombs hold the songs of the past, and future.
Through my own experience, I learned there are very few people who are in service to Mothers. Our modern death culture has moved so far from Mother, we only have to look at the damage and destruction we have caused to the Earth and our waters to see we have lost something of our connection to Mother. We have lost our connection to the rhythms, hums, and cycles of our bodies in touch with Mother Nature. And in this loss, we have lost the depth of our inner knowing in motherhood.
This great landscape we begin to access through our journeys as mothers, into something we can never have known or begun to understand before our inception into the precious path.
Motherhood is a fragile time. Carl Jung states:
“[…] a sensitive person cannot in all fairness load that enormous burden of meaning, responsibility, duty, heaven and hell, on to the shoulders of one frail and fallible human being—so deserving of love, indulgence, understanding, and forgiveness—who was our mother. ”
He speaks to the expectations we hold of Mother, a perfect individual who we only perceive for much of our early years as being perfect and holy, unwavering in her love and adoration. Until one day, Mother fails us, at which point we begin to see some truth about who she is. It is a necessary part of the journey. Of course, he speaks beyond this fact too - and into the archetypal Mother - but let's save that for another time.
The fragility of the motherhood experience is something I think as women we are rarely prepared deeply enough to handle. We have lost our initiations into womanhood, our sacred cycles are not celebrated. The cyclical nature of our monthly bleed gives rise to the ebbs and flows we encounter through our motherhood journey and those changing seasons of conception, pregnancy, birth, and postpartum. Yet we often miss this first beautiful encounter and are instead initiated into the societal horror of womanhood.
I am here to :
Honour all the mothers in my ancestral line, each woman who has walked the path of motherhood before me, as I carve the way for the women of my lineage who follow me. Sharing the wisdom of womanhood, rite of passage, and initiation.
It is my deepest wish, that all women experience their womanhood in a way that liberates and empowers them to be great mothers.
Where do you stand on this journey into motherhood?
How are you supported through your mothering?
What support do you crave?
