In the heav’ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason; truth eternal tells me I’ve a mother there. ~ Eliza R. Snow
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Part 1
The Motherless Child
My first concrete experience of the divine feminine happened about twenty years ago when I was mourning the loss of my mom. This mourning was...
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Mother’s Day is coming. I’ve heard it called Mothering Day and I like that better. We each experience mothering differently. Some of us don’t have children, yet we mother. Some raise children born to other mothers. Some of us are motherless children either literally or figuratively.
Whatever Mothering Day brings...
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Art is exploratory, and begins in a place of not knowing. Like all expression, it is predicated on risk and vulnerability – on partial information, on hope. As often as I write to know, I spend equal time writing to unknow – to complicate and to question. Indeed, at the center of any good poem is an...
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Chrysalis < read by Melody
Three days of white
threads wound
fine
around
around.
Three days of light
shrouded linen
fine
white
light woven.
Three days of . . .
Where hast thou laid him?
And she thought
Are his wings still wet?
When he said
Touch...
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Heavenly Mother Sings < read by Melody
hymns hidden in the heart
melodies we hum
nursing babies
wind in the garden–
music made of grape vines
cherry blossoms.
ballad of comfort in sea-swell for
sailors thrown to knees
requiem on mountain top for
climbers grown cold–
She...
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