Honoring The Great Mother

"Mothering myself has become a way of listening to my deepest needs, and of responding to them while I respond to my inner child." ~ Melinda Burns

(¯`v´¯) It's the sort of downcast weather that equals the discomfort of a rude hot humid summer awakening. The sky has been gray, mournful, sullen and undecided, every once in a while spraying tears to satiate its melancholy. My plants love it, but my head hurts from the gloom. Late into the night, I picked up my Simple Abundance book and was drawn to this sage thought about "mothering one's self."

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Though we are grown, we never outgrow the need for someone special to hold us close, stroke our hair, tuck us in bed, and reassure us that all will be well. 

...Today as you walk through your own home, think about the ways you can start to mother yourself, everyday, not just once a year - in small but tangible ways. 

...There should be comfortable places in the living room to the bedroom to invite you to sit, sleep, relax, and reflect.

...There should be small indulgences from the kitchen to the bathroom that pamper and please.

--There should be sources of beauty throughout that inspire, order that restores, and the quiet grace of simplicity that soothes..

The poet Ntzozake Shange writes;

"I found god in myself and I loved her/ I loved her fiercely." 

There is no more way of honoring the love of the feminine divinity waiting to mother us, than by celebrating the temple where her Spirit dwells on earth. 

                                                  - Simple Abundance

The One I Truly Love

"To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying 'Amen' to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to keep your soul alive." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

(coffee shop meanderings....on a sunny afternoon.....the cookies I had....are those on the shelf....)

"And what is it that I truly love?" 

"And what is it that I truly prefer?"

Everything at this point is gone form the past. My wants, my dreams, my likes and dislikes, my way of thinking and my way of being is so far removed from what once was. What I thought of - no longer is. Stiff, mottled layers of  my persona are peeled. Discarded everyday. A quiet settling in a field of blooming.

The very core of me is revealing itself. 
I am different. 

They see it, oh, yes they do! More than once I was told, "but you don't prefer that" or "but you aren't like that." I'd stop startled for awhile, "oh, but now I do" or "oh, but now, I am."  What else is there to say? I am a revelation even unto myself.

Simple Abundance is asking me to gather insights and create a map of my wants. My thoughts will be given to this. There is a need to reintroduce me to the prism in me. My soul speaks...

Love to the world.....

* Prism

The Blue Gate

Blue gates remind me of "Alice In Wonderland." Of course, it was a blue door she was faced with in the story. Nevertheless, it was of such significance to be affronted with the question of whether she would open it or not. What lies beyond doors is always of great interest, isn't it?

I pass this gate almost everyday. What lies beyond is a pretty wonder. One thing is for sure, whoever lives within these fresh breathing walls of ivy green have much loveliness in heart to share. You can actually tell if a homeowner is happy by the profusion of vines circling and swaying all around. And, wow, with a blue gate like this, it all the more says as I pass by, "Hello there neighbor, be happy!" 


And so, hearing that, then such I become. 

Charm

"Love this pic!"

Sometimes, a picture just says it all.