A statement punctuated by each pull of a flowers petals until the answer to one of the worlds oldest questions stares us right in the face: and we still don’t get it.
(For if the Goddess can find me Lovable, then surely I must be...)
(...and if she doesn’t Love me, then must I suffer and make all those around me suffer as well?)
At some point in our lives, all of us are searching for validation. Some of us are aware of the search, while others continue to look in an unconscious state, wandering through their lives in a seemingly un-awakened state, yearning to find that THING. That THING, that would resolve the emotional hunger pangs which we cannot seem to get a solid enough grasp upon. More often, it has us flailing about wildly, open armed and frantically trying to grasp smoke.
Over time it becomes apparent, (usually after repeated heartbreak and letdown from unfulfilled experiences) that we will never actually satiate that hunger or emotional need by putting ourselves out there on the block and trying to find that special someone who will magically ...”do the trick.”
No, it isn’t until we finally reach that point in life where the sum total of our experiences begin to develop and illustrate a pattern to us that we have the opportunity to become aware that what we are doing isn’t going to be the solution. Unfortunately, many of us will have fallen by the wayside into self-destructive behavior as a direct result of NOT being able to make that imagined connection LONG before they have reached the point where they will see the answer. Why? Because on SOME level they will internalize their lack of success and misinterpret the reasons why they are not succeeding. They will believe that the reasons for not making a connection are because they are not “good enough” or “not together enough”, or not “mature enough”. These are the slights that we may have judged others with and eventually subconsciously judge ourselves with when it becomes apparent that we have had no more success than those we have judged in the past. In fact, most of the judgments we tend to make about others seem to stem from fears that we may have about ourselves but want to displace away from ourselves on to others.
It’s all so unnecessary.
We never really know what it is that we are looking for. Our subconscious works in mysterious ways. Is it our subconscious, or is it our Higher Self.....a Spirit Guide, and Angel....or even the Divine, that guides our behavior or choices?
Choices.
That is the very essence of what life is about here on planet Earth School.
Our choices define many things. They define our personality, our interaction with everyone and everything from our closest mates to our position in society and our reputation in the world.
I remember a book that comes to mind on my parents bookshelf that I saw as a child. “I’m okay, You’re okay”. I haven’t read that book yet, but something tells me that I might ought to. It seems to possibly be directed in a similar vein.
So it is at this point that I become aware of just how much of the world’s expressed pain is the direct result of all those people trying to run from their very basic fear of ....”not being okay”. The end result of which becomes, obviously, that we are NOT BEING OKAY!
As we learn to love ourselves and perceive the Divinity within ourselves, it becomes far far easier to accept others as being of the Divine as well.
Think for a moment, what the world might be like if everyone here could realize that although bad things can happen to us all, that we are all basically..........okay. We would no longer have the need to prove to others that we were NOT okay and therefore would not continue along our path of “personal bests” in the process of demonstrating to others that we are really......NOT.....okay.
So. An object in motion tends to stay in motion. (whether in forward or reverse.......you catch my drift?)
Let’s move forward. Let’s believe that we are okay. Let’s believe that those around us are also, okay. Let’s believe that the Divine Creator really does love us. (hey, why not? what have we got to lose, right?)
Let’s believe that our Divine Creator can show up in cameo appearances in the eyes of those around us. (Kind of like Agent Smith moves through available bodies in the film “The Matrix”)
Let’s give ourselves a break, and offer ourselves the CHANCE to really FEEL.......Okay.........Connected.....Loved.....Worthy.
Because when the many petals are plucked from that poor flower, all that remains is ONE.
Love Chiron’
Chiron'
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Smile and the world smiles with you...
I think that one of the most interesting discovery’s that I have made recently is just what the impact of a smile is on a persons face.
I recently went to meet someone who I had never seen in person before, and although I looked right at her, didn’t recognize her because she wasn’t smiling. Yet the moment that she began to smile, I knew her immediately. I had no idea that a simple genuine smile could alter the topography of a face to that degree. Julie really does have a beautiful smile.
If she had not smiled, I would have thought that I had missed her and that she wasn’t actually in the room at all.
What does this say about the impact of a smile in general in our lives on a daily basis?
How are other aspects of our lives altered because of a missing smile?
According to my mechanic, a person can burn forty calories a day if you laugh for just 15 minutes a day. (No wonder he is so thin!) Dan almost always has a smile on his face.
It makes me wonder how many of the potential opportunities may be initiated simply because we are smiling.
A simple genuine smile can take your average everyday person and turn them into an attractive thing of beauty.
The charm school instructor in the move “Point of no return” instructs our heroine Bridget Fonda (one of my all-time favorite dream gals) to “Always smile when you enter a room, it puts others at ease”.
I’m quite certain that a smile also causes our own body to react emotionally as well. Especially if the smile is genuine.
Sometimes it becomes difficult to smile though. The saying “Grin and bare it” comes to mind. We have heard that saying so often that I think it has somewhat lost it’s original comedic appeal. In some cases people don’t even know to what “bare it” refers to.
But in the end, (cackling) it doesn’t matter. As I have stated before, all of what is......is merely a process of coming to be, and then falling away.
What matters to us as members of earth-school, is that we fully understand the lack of relevance of all the small things in our lives, (the material possessions, the level of our popularity, the mark that we leave behind us on this world in terms of our accomplishments).
All of it pales in comparison to the value of how we learn to simply treat each other.
When our life is done, when it is all over, if we have left behind a memory of our smile in the hearts and minds of those we have loved, then we have lived a rich and rewarding life.
I recently went to meet someone who I had never seen in person before, and although I looked right at her, didn’t recognize her because she wasn’t smiling. Yet the moment that she began to smile, I knew her immediately. I had no idea that a simple genuine smile could alter the topography of a face to that degree. Julie really does have a beautiful smile.
If she had not smiled, I would have thought that I had missed her and that she wasn’t actually in the room at all.
What does this say about the impact of a smile in general in our lives on a daily basis?
How are other aspects of our lives altered because of a missing smile?
According to my mechanic, a person can burn forty calories a day if you laugh for just 15 minutes a day. (No wonder he is so thin!) Dan almost always has a smile on his face.
It makes me wonder how many of the potential opportunities may be initiated simply because we are smiling.
A simple genuine smile can take your average everyday person and turn them into an attractive thing of beauty.
The charm school instructor in the move “Point of no return” instructs our heroine Bridget Fonda (one of my all-time favorite dream gals) to “Always smile when you enter a room, it puts others at ease”.
I’m quite certain that a smile also causes our own body to react emotionally as well. Especially if the smile is genuine.
Sometimes it becomes difficult to smile though. The saying “Grin and bare it” comes to mind. We have heard that saying so often that I think it has somewhat lost it’s original comedic appeal. In some cases people don’t even know to what “bare it” refers to.
But in the end, (cackling) it doesn’t matter. As I have stated before, all of what is......is merely a process of coming to be, and then falling away.
What matters to us as members of earth-school, is that we fully understand the lack of relevance of all the small things in our lives, (the material possessions, the level of our popularity, the mark that we leave behind us on this world in terms of our accomplishments).
All of it pales in comparison to the value of how we learn to simply treat each other.
When our life is done, when it is all over, if we have left behind a memory of our smile in the hearts and minds of those we have loved, then we have lived a rich and rewarding life.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Love and Respect
There is no “THEM”....
There is only.....”US”
Re-SPECT
Looking at the word, it seems to be code for an older wiser meaning than what the commonly accepted vernacular seems to represent in these times.
Respect. To HONOR. Re=to repeat. Spect= to look. The act of Respecting is to RE LOOK. To take another perspective, to re-examine. To re-evaluate. To honor another viewpoint.
In my world, it becomes apparent to me that the only way that I can ever truly respect (or honor) myself, is to “show others respect”. For, as I recognize that I am connected to all things, I also recognize that to respect others IS to respect myself.
It necessarily follows then, that if I can NOT respect (or show honor to) others, I can not honor myself. (because of that little snag where I am connected and basically indivisible from all else, whether I am aware of that or not)
So I guess this means I have to honor other ........everything?
Yup, looks that way.
Because it is all but an extension of what I am. Some other way of expressing that witch is me.
Whether I am gazing upon another race, religion, philosophy, expression of sexuality, expression of the body politic, belief of being (or non being as the case may be) perspective on reality, or of course, most importantly....
who makes the best car.
It’s all part of me. As I stretch my mind around that......FACT.
I am humbled. Fortunately, God gave me an energy, a tool, a catalyst to help me accept that which seems foreign or prohibitively distant to me.
He gave me the ability to Love. All I need to do, to learn to accept all that there is that is out there.....that is OTHER forms of ME........is to Love.
As I learn to open my heart, and Love freely, I discover that my heart increases it’s capacity, it’s potential, it’s strength, to Love.
John was really telling us the truth. All we need is Love.
There is only.....”US”
Re-SPECT
Looking at the word, it seems to be code for an older wiser meaning than what the commonly accepted vernacular seems to represent in these times.
Respect. To HONOR. Re=to repeat. Spect= to look. The act of Respecting is to RE LOOK. To take another perspective, to re-examine. To re-evaluate. To honor another viewpoint.
In my world, it becomes apparent to me that the only way that I can ever truly respect (or honor) myself, is to “show others respect”. For, as I recognize that I am connected to all things, I also recognize that to respect others IS to respect myself.
It necessarily follows then, that if I can NOT respect (or show honor to) others, I can not honor myself. (because of that little snag where I am connected and basically indivisible from all else, whether I am aware of that or not)
So I guess this means I have to honor other ........everything?
Yup, looks that way.
Because it is all but an extension of what I am. Some other way of expressing that witch is me.
Whether I am gazing upon another race, religion, philosophy, expression of sexuality, expression of the body politic, belief of being (or non being as the case may be) perspective on reality, or of course, most importantly....
who makes the best car.
It’s all part of me. As I stretch my mind around that......FACT.
I am humbled. Fortunately, God gave me an energy, a tool, a catalyst to help me accept that which seems foreign or prohibitively distant to me.
He gave me the ability to Love. All I need to do, to learn to accept all that there is that is out there.....that is OTHER forms of ME........is to Love.
As I learn to open my heart, and Love freely, I discover that my heart increases it’s capacity, it’s potential, it’s strength, to Love.
John was really telling us the truth. All we need is Love.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day
It is said that there can be a better world.
It is said that it is better to become active and fight for a solution to today’s problems, than to complain and do nothing.
Our country was built on the shoulders of courageous men and women throughout our history. Men and women of all races, religions and philosophies have demonstrated their strength to us all.
The strength I speak of isn’t the strength of muscle, or armament. It isn’t the strength of putting our petty differences aside for the purpose of our nations common good.
The strength I speak of is the strength of conviction. Commitment. The strength to face the fear of the unknown when circumstance suggests overwhelmingly that to do so is putting the instinct of self preservation aside. Putting the need to defend one’s own life behind the need to defend another's life, or, way.......of life.
Or, is it a reflection of the concept of self being much larger than a single individual?
Unity of purpose. Unity of mind. Unity of spirit. America has been referred to in the past as “The melting pot”. I submit that the kettle of American military service is where the broth of American values comes together.
Duty. Honor. Loyalty. Self-Sacrifice. Pain. Fear. Hope. and Love.
As a member of the family of the American Military, I salute you for continuing to carry on our code. Our values. Our message to the world.
You are the best of what we are.
Thank you.
It is said that it is better to become active and fight for a solution to today’s problems, than to complain and do nothing.
Our country was built on the shoulders of courageous men and women throughout our history. Men and women of all races, religions and philosophies have demonstrated their strength to us all.
The strength I speak of isn’t the strength of muscle, or armament. It isn’t the strength of putting our petty differences aside for the purpose of our nations common good.
The strength I speak of is the strength of conviction. Commitment. The strength to face the fear of the unknown when circumstance suggests overwhelmingly that to do so is putting the instinct of self preservation aside. Putting the need to defend one’s own life behind the need to defend another's life, or, way.......of life.
Or, is it a reflection of the concept of self being much larger than a single individual?
Unity of purpose. Unity of mind. Unity of spirit. America has been referred to in the past as “The melting pot”. I submit that the kettle of American military service is where the broth of American values comes together.
Duty. Honor. Loyalty. Self-Sacrifice. Pain. Fear. Hope. and Love.
As a member of the family of the American Military, I salute you for continuing to carry on our code. Our values. Our message to the world.
You are the best of what we are.
Thank you.
A Stitch in Time
...and what began initially as more of a change in atmospheric condition, began to make itself known with a gentle invasion. Like vapor entering a room, the change in attitude and perspective was imperceptible at first, and manifesting itself so slowly that there was no indication that life had ever been any different.
...and so it was with him, the world, and it’s condition universally.
The only constant in reality is it’s inconsistency. Each aspect of reality pinwheels around the fulcrum of what is held up and examined, rendering adjacent occurrence seemingly insignificant. However, all that is, remains interwoven with long threads which usually remain latent, only to reveal themselves connected by the snag of the observers caught attention.
Indication of movement becomes subjective. Brooding clouds of emotion offer rain for indeterminate period of time.
And it rained.
For one season after another. It continued to rain. The spirit drowning in adversity as the water level continued to rise. Desperation forms one last cry as the spirit is submerged and disappears into the black, the depths where shadows of meaning make their home.
The waterlogged soul swells until one day, the new sprout of spirit is born.
Upward, beyond the waterline the promise of alternative reality beckons. Yearning and desperate for light the spirit moves upward, reaching.
Feeding with the roots from the past deep water the spirit breaks through to minimal resistance, where the dawning sun nourishes.
...and so it was with him, the world, and it’s condition universally.
The only constant in reality is it’s inconsistency. Each aspect of reality pinwheels around the fulcrum of what is held up and examined, rendering adjacent occurrence seemingly insignificant. However, all that is, remains interwoven with long threads which usually remain latent, only to reveal themselves connected by the snag of the observers caught attention.
Indication of movement becomes subjective. Brooding clouds of emotion offer rain for indeterminate period of time.
And it rained.
For one season after another. It continued to rain. The spirit drowning in adversity as the water level continued to rise. Desperation forms one last cry as the spirit is submerged and disappears into the black, the depths where shadows of meaning make their home.
The waterlogged soul swells until one day, the new sprout of spirit is born.
Upward, beyond the waterline the promise of alternative reality beckons. Yearning and desperate for light the spirit moves upward, reaching.
Feeding with the roots from the past deep water the spirit breaks through to minimal resistance, where the dawning sun nourishes.
Monday, May 19, 2008
A May Day
“Are you Single?”
“Are you Gay?”
“Are you Working?”
If Lisa’s interrogation technique isn’t just hitting the nail on the head I don’t know what would describe single life in 2008 better. I’m referring of course to the movie “P.S. I Love you”. (Quite honestly the most significant film to come out of Hollywood in quite a while, but I’ll review it elsewhere, later)
I have had several conversations with people lately, and completely unintentionally, have run across a general feeling of resigned indifference among those I spoke with in regard to their level of hope when it comes to finding someone.
How things change when you wake up and find yourself over forty and single.
It is such a head spin really.
It seems as though as people we all find ourselves slowly outgrowing those things in our life which have held us back. Ironic really. Although we may dread the thought of attempting to define our lives in a manner other than who we spend it with, who we love or who loves us, it is at that precise moment of clarity when the pressure of making a perceived deadline expires in our life, that we are finally freed from constrictive vision.
Separations are difficult. There are moments, to be sure, of extreme distress, but over time things become a little more desensitized. People say that time heals all wounds, but what they REALLY mean is, time will grind away your need to care about the things that you cannot control or understand with the efficiency of a power sander.
I think one of the most difficult aspects of a separation is that when we love someone, REALLY love them. We have a tendency to define our world around them. When they are gone, our world collapses. The foundation upon which everything is built is destroyed. First we have to learn to live again. Then we have to rebuild our world, sometimes completely from the ground up.
The aging process just accelerates and modifies these processes.
How do we build our lives in the first place?
We live in life's fun-house hall of mirrors.
We learn about ourselves when we see ourselves reflected in others. How they see us shows us what we are like. The more consistent the feedback we get from larger numbers of people, the more we integrate those perceptions as part of what we actually are.
We define ourselves by what we do. Who we love. Who knows us. Who loves us. Our position in a group of friends. Our position in the pecking order at work. Our position in our church. The relationships that we share with our neighbors. Even our relationships with our own and our neighbors pets. All of these mirrors help us to see ourselves. We define ourselves by the mirrored reflection of ourselves that we see in others eyes.
In a loving caring community of people, these mirrors can be helpful. Like playing with a chemistry set, we mix our personality with other personalities and create reactions of all different kinds. Some of these reactions we take pleasure in. Some of the reactions are unfavorable.
But we learn from all the experiences equally. This helps shape an image in our minds about who we really are. It helps us to define the difference between ourselves and others. From this we define our personal worlds.
In a fragmented community where people are more self serving than loving, more opportunistic than supportive, or more suspicious than open, the safety net of love is not present. Destruction reigns over Love.
All parties lose.
Then, there are those who, like myself, were born to a crippling shyness which prevented interaction with other people. I did not have the consistency of community reflection. I could not therefore see myself. An incredibly vicious cycle whose teeth tore at me for many long years, and whose scars still cross my heart to this very day. I could not enter into a group of people because I could not face not knowing who those people saw. My desire to be accepted outweighed my need to be seen in any certain way. I integrated too much of what others perceived (incorrectly) about me. As I look back, I begin to see why.
I attended five high schools in four years. I did not feel connected enough to attend high school prom. I was forced by circumstance to learn to survive without a solid self image. I learned instead to become a mirror. My friendships were sparse and often very intense as a result of those friends giving me the love I would normally have received from a larger number of people. These people were incredibly strong in character to reach beyond the silver lining of my highly reflective surface, to reach deeper in......to find me.
Those people literally, saved my life. I will never be able to fully express the depth of my gratitude and love, for all of you. You have been my lovers and my best friends. You have shared what you have seen in me, WITH me, and by your efforts have helped me to finally understand a measure of who I am. You have helped shape me into what I am today.
So now, at the incredible age of 43, (can you say late bloomer anyone?)
I finally can turn from a past where unrelenting pain and sorrow has been my lifelong companion, and look forward. I will look forward through my past until I can get to my present, and then I will look beyond.
I will not fear living a life of solitude any longer. It is time for me to realize that I have “been there, DONE that”. If I wind up living a life of solitude, then that is what I will have, and it will be good. After a very long time of contemplating the whole life thing, all I can say to anyone feeling similarly is this. Maybe I have been looking at this all wrong. Maybe I am not here.....for myself. Maybe I am here for others. From this perspective I can rest assured that my life will have meaning. For as I will raise all those around me who desire to integrate my influence, of my love and support, my life will come to have meaning. My existence will be understandable to me, my passage through this world will come into sharp focus.
I ..........Will ...........Love.
The Spirit and the Will come together.
The Divine enters into equal partnerships, and the trinity becomes A-parent.
I will no longer wait for my love to find me. I will instead love those around me. I will no longer search in vain for my love, for my love has been here all along, waiting, to be expressed. Waiting patiently for me to learn that unconditional love, is just that. Instead of being selective and compartmentalizing my love, I will share it, universally.
So I see that this May Day is more about potential and less about dis-stress. More about acceptance and less about fear. More about hope and less about tears.
“Are you Gay?”
“Are you Working?”
If Lisa’s interrogation technique isn’t just hitting the nail on the head I don’t know what would describe single life in 2008 better. I’m referring of course to the movie “P.S. I Love you”. (Quite honestly the most significant film to come out of Hollywood in quite a while, but I’ll review it elsewhere, later)
I have had several conversations with people lately, and completely unintentionally, have run across a general feeling of resigned indifference among those I spoke with in regard to their level of hope when it comes to finding someone.
How things change when you wake up and find yourself over forty and single.
It is such a head spin really.
It seems as though as people we all find ourselves slowly outgrowing those things in our life which have held us back. Ironic really. Although we may dread the thought of attempting to define our lives in a manner other than who we spend it with, who we love or who loves us, it is at that precise moment of clarity when the pressure of making a perceived deadline expires in our life, that we are finally freed from constrictive vision.
Separations are difficult. There are moments, to be sure, of extreme distress, but over time things become a little more desensitized. People say that time heals all wounds, but what they REALLY mean is, time will grind away your need to care about the things that you cannot control or understand with the efficiency of a power sander.
I think one of the most difficult aspects of a separation is that when we love someone, REALLY love them. We have a tendency to define our world around them. When they are gone, our world collapses. The foundation upon which everything is built is destroyed. First we have to learn to live again. Then we have to rebuild our world, sometimes completely from the ground up.
The aging process just accelerates and modifies these processes.
How do we build our lives in the first place?
We live in life's fun-house hall of mirrors.
We learn about ourselves when we see ourselves reflected in others. How they see us shows us what we are like. The more consistent the feedback we get from larger numbers of people, the more we integrate those perceptions as part of what we actually are.
We define ourselves by what we do. Who we love. Who knows us. Who loves us. Our position in a group of friends. Our position in the pecking order at work. Our position in our church. The relationships that we share with our neighbors. Even our relationships with our own and our neighbors pets. All of these mirrors help us to see ourselves. We define ourselves by the mirrored reflection of ourselves that we see in others eyes.
In a loving caring community of people, these mirrors can be helpful. Like playing with a chemistry set, we mix our personality with other personalities and create reactions of all different kinds. Some of these reactions we take pleasure in. Some of the reactions are unfavorable.
But we learn from all the experiences equally. This helps shape an image in our minds about who we really are. It helps us to define the difference between ourselves and others. From this we define our personal worlds.
In a fragmented community where people are more self serving than loving, more opportunistic than supportive, or more suspicious than open, the safety net of love is not present. Destruction reigns over Love.
All parties lose.
Then, there are those who, like myself, were born to a crippling shyness which prevented interaction with other people. I did not have the consistency of community reflection. I could not therefore see myself. An incredibly vicious cycle whose teeth tore at me for many long years, and whose scars still cross my heart to this very day. I could not enter into a group of people because I could not face not knowing who those people saw. My desire to be accepted outweighed my need to be seen in any certain way. I integrated too much of what others perceived (incorrectly) about me. As I look back, I begin to see why.
I attended five high schools in four years. I did not feel connected enough to attend high school prom. I was forced by circumstance to learn to survive without a solid self image. I learned instead to become a mirror. My friendships were sparse and often very intense as a result of those friends giving me the love I would normally have received from a larger number of people. These people were incredibly strong in character to reach beyond the silver lining of my highly reflective surface, to reach deeper in......to find me.
Those people literally, saved my life. I will never be able to fully express the depth of my gratitude and love, for all of you. You have been my lovers and my best friends. You have shared what you have seen in me, WITH me, and by your efforts have helped me to finally understand a measure of who I am. You have helped shape me into what I am today.
So now, at the incredible age of 43, (can you say late bloomer anyone?)
I finally can turn from a past where unrelenting pain and sorrow has been my lifelong companion, and look forward. I will look forward through my past until I can get to my present, and then I will look beyond.
I will not fear living a life of solitude any longer. It is time for me to realize that I have “been there, DONE that”. If I wind up living a life of solitude, then that is what I will have, and it will be good. After a very long time of contemplating the whole life thing, all I can say to anyone feeling similarly is this. Maybe I have been looking at this all wrong. Maybe I am not here.....for myself. Maybe I am here for others. From this perspective I can rest assured that my life will have meaning. For as I will raise all those around me who desire to integrate my influence, of my love and support, my life will come to have meaning. My existence will be understandable to me, my passage through this world will come into sharp focus.
I ..........Will ...........Love.
The Spirit and the Will come together.
The Divine enters into equal partnerships, and the trinity becomes A-parent.
I will no longer wait for my love to find me. I will instead love those around me. I will no longer search in vain for my love, for my love has been here all along, waiting, to be expressed. Waiting patiently for me to learn that unconditional love, is just that. Instead of being selective and compartmentalizing my love, I will share it, universally.
So I see that this May Day is more about potential and less about dis-stress. More about acceptance and less about fear. More about hope and less about tears.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Mothers Day
A time to recognize and honor our mothers. A celebration of not just the feminine, but specifically the aspect of feminine nurturance and sacrifice.
Mother’s Day is more than just a moment in time to remember those who have sacrificed of themselves for our benefit. It is a time to recognize the Divine aspect of what a mother really is to us.
“Mother is the name for God from the lips of children.”
This is a quote from the movie “The Crow” as I’m sure you’ll all remember. I think I got it right, but I’m too tired to look it up, but you get the idea.
It made me wonder upon hearing it what that meant that the word “Father”, was supposed to mean. Does that mean that “Father” represents Satan?
(laughing)
From this I went on to think about how “To Mother” isn’t necessarily limited to women.
Strangely, some of the most nurturant people I have ever known, were in fact, men.
So what is it that we celebrate of our mothers on this day?
I submit that what we are really celebrating is our very first relationship.
First contact.
From the moment we were conceived, our mothers were there. They were the first person that we became aware of. They were the liason between the world we do not now remember, and the world where we reside today.
All of us are raised with the unmistakable bias of what our mothers thought. We are an extension of them. Their pain, their pleasure, their hopes and dreams and even their fear.
The intimate bond between our Mothers and ourselves is perhaps the single most significant aspect of the human condition...which we all share regardless of race, religion, nationality, or even our sex. If we are alive, then at one point we had a Mother. A woman who cherished us and didn’t qualify the unconditional love that she gave to us.
We all want our Mothers to be proud of us. We all want her to know that no matter how many years have passed, or how many miles are between us, or even how many disagreements that have ever come between us, that at our deepest core, we want and need their approval and their Love.
Our Mothers don’t make life easy for us. They push us and challenge us to do things that we might never have the courage to try without them firmly behind us. They can drive us to the brink of insanity with their inflexibility and their quirky idiosyncratic personality traits, and yes, sometimes with their pitchfork. They were and are an extension of THEIR Mothers. The Divine nature of our Mothers has been passed down through time and space into the heart and eyes of the woman standing before you. All of her Love, and all of her pain are a part of who she is. Equally, all of her Love and pain is a part of who we are. Sometimes I wonder if all the world might become at peace if we could only erase our mothers pain.
Mothers Day is a day to recognize the beautiful aspect of self sacrifice. For our Mothers have given much in order for us to be.
My Mother is incredible. She has helped fashion me into who I am. She has taught me Love and discipline, self sacrifice and purity. She is the anvil upon which I was forged by the hammer of life. She knows me in ways that I don’t even know myself. She knows my strengths and my weaknesses. She is my author, and I am one of her masterpieces.
I hope that what I give to the world is worthy, of what my mother sacrificed to create me.
I love you mom.
Chiron’
Mother’s Day is more than just a moment in time to remember those who have sacrificed of themselves for our benefit. It is a time to recognize the Divine aspect of what a mother really is to us.
“Mother is the name for God from the lips of children.”
This is a quote from the movie “The Crow” as I’m sure you’ll all remember. I think I got it right, but I’m too tired to look it up, but you get the idea.
It made me wonder upon hearing it what that meant that the word “Father”, was supposed to mean. Does that mean that “Father” represents Satan?
(laughing)
From this I went on to think about how “To Mother” isn’t necessarily limited to women.
Strangely, some of the most nurturant people I have ever known, were in fact, men.
So what is it that we celebrate of our mothers on this day?
I submit that what we are really celebrating is our very first relationship.
First contact.
From the moment we were conceived, our mothers were there. They were the first person that we became aware of. They were the liason between the world we do not now remember, and the world where we reside today.
All of us are raised with the unmistakable bias of what our mothers thought. We are an extension of them. Their pain, their pleasure, their hopes and dreams and even their fear.
The intimate bond between our Mothers and ourselves is perhaps the single most significant aspect of the human condition...which we all share regardless of race, religion, nationality, or even our sex. If we are alive, then at one point we had a Mother. A woman who cherished us and didn’t qualify the unconditional love that she gave to us.
We all want our Mothers to be proud of us. We all want her to know that no matter how many years have passed, or how many miles are between us, or even how many disagreements that have ever come between us, that at our deepest core, we want and need their approval and their Love.
Our Mothers don’t make life easy for us. They push us and challenge us to do things that we might never have the courage to try without them firmly behind us. They can drive us to the brink of insanity with their inflexibility and their quirky idiosyncratic personality traits, and yes, sometimes with their pitchfork. They were and are an extension of THEIR Mothers. The Divine nature of our Mothers has been passed down through time and space into the heart and eyes of the woman standing before you. All of her Love, and all of her pain are a part of who she is. Equally, all of her Love and pain is a part of who we are. Sometimes I wonder if all the world might become at peace if we could only erase our mothers pain.
Mothers Day is a day to recognize the beautiful aspect of self sacrifice. For our Mothers have given much in order for us to be.
My Mother is incredible. She has helped fashion me into who I am. She has taught me Love and discipline, self sacrifice and purity. She is the anvil upon which I was forged by the hammer of life. She knows me in ways that I don’t even know myself. She knows my strengths and my weaknesses. She is my author, and I am one of her masterpieces.
I hope that what I give to the world is worthy, of what my mother sacrificed to create me.
I love you mom.
Chiron’
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