The MOTHER is the most powerful teacher and guide.
She is the leader in her home and one of, if not, the most sacred role on the planet.
Through food, word and action, she weaves her wisdom and emotional state into the inner beings of the family.
She raises the next generation who raises and teaches the next.
When the mother doesn’t heal the wounding inherited from her own mother and experience, she passes it on to her child.
When a mother remembers who she truly is, she epigenetically influences her children’s experience, clearing and flowering more possibility into their potential.
This is why it is said that the most POWERFUL CURSE and PRAYER is that of a mother.
Consciously, we think we learn and teach by being told what to do or how to do it, but our superseding unconscious is programmed by behaviors and responses we see and experience. We begin our programming in the womb and it continues to be conditioned and layered up until our 21 years of age.
Blessed be our mamas doing the work so their children can experience more of their true essence and have easier access to their genius!
Grief allows us to reconcile with all the ways in which we have abandoned ourselves.
It grants us a deeper resiliency, strength and intimacy in our daily lives.
We are so much stronger than we know, we are so much more resilient and adaptable than we can imagine, and it is time for us to actualize this potential.
Conscious expressions of grief are healing.
Lack of expression of our grief leads to repression, which turns into impulses and emotions that are at the root of general unhappiness, lack of purpose and depression 🖤
Grief is a realm of deep feeling, it is a journey into assemblage of losses and restoration of our EMBODIED divine light.
There is a seed of freedom that has been with us since the first Mother.
Every generation passes this seed onto the next, imprinting it with its own beauty and
resiliency, and layering it with its own repressed pain.
It’s this seed that beckons us to get up and try again.
This seed pulses when we feel the touch of love,
when we look into babies' eyes or a wise old being.
It graces us with a ‘second wind’ over and over again.
Its an inexplicable, forgotten knowing of a majestic belonging and innocence we seem to seek and never find.
This seed needs the tears of our experiential forgiveness,
the atonement of our suppressed lineage pain, and the acknowledgement of our collective humbling grief.
This seed holds a deep radiant song that grants us hearing the more we lean in.
The deeper we listen,
the gentler we walk,
the softer we breathe,
the more we can open and be saturated by its guiding song.
This seed is the end,
and within its womb,
it is also nurturing a wondrous beginning.
Don’t give up on this divine seed of radiant freedom, for it will never give up on you.