Waking Pneuma

Post event integration 🫶🏼 obligatory laundry, dishes and putting fuel in the car.
Finding magic in the hair on my children’s heads… feeling deeply into each teardrop that slid down my face. Tending to my little garden and feeling joy as Mr 3 moves dirt between pots. The taste of freshly cut basil and the simplicity in all these little moments - magnified through the lens that is I, they are magnificent. I am so grateful to be alive today, to feel into the depths of grief and pain just as the deepest love and joy.

Join the circle for an evening of connection and return to self. Event by donation and proceeds going to a local women’s refuge . Space is limited so book your spot on Humanitix today ⭐️ I so look forward to holding space for you 🫶🏼 Wednesday Tasters a sampler for the soul

Join me on Friday 21 July at 6PM .space.au for an evening of holotropic breathwork See for tickets: https://events.humanitix.com/breathwork-circle-and-harm-reduction-psychedelic-preparation-and-integration-practice https://events.humanitix.com/breathwork-circle-and-harm-reduction-psychedelic-preparation-and-integration-practice

Maybe your mother was the perfect mother.

Maybe she carried you

bled for you

sang to you

smiled at you

nurtured you and marveled in you.

Maybe she understood your essence

and was patient and let you unfold

in your own time and in your own way

honoring the heart of you all the while.

Maybe your mother cared for you;

Maybe she was there for you

long past childhood days.

Maybe your mother worked for you

cooked for you

sewed for you.

Maybe your mother listened to you

held space for you

Maybe your mother laughed with you

played with you

stayed with you through all your years.

Maybe your mother protected you,

But

Maybe she neglected you

rejected you.

Maybe she abandoned you

hard-handed you

betrayed you

flayed you.

Maybe your mother couldn’t mother.

Maybe your mother forgot you

lost interest

grew cold.

Maybe she never really loved you.

Maybe you were just her duty

for a little while.

Maybe your mother did the best she could

with what she had.

Maybe she was sick or sad.

Maybe her mother was bitter or bad

and hurt her in her deepest parts.

Now

Maybe you are a mother.

Maybe you are a perfect mother.

Maybe you pour abundant love into

your daughters, your sons.

Maybe you delight in them.

Maybe you struggle

Maybe you feel exhausted

resentful

lost and unseen.

Maybe you feel nothing.

Maybe you are just surviving.

Maybe you are not a mother

but long to be a mother

Maybe you mother others.

Maybe you don’t want to be a mother;

will never be a mother

Yet

We all need a mother

Yes, we do

And maybe there is a perfect mother

just for you.

She is the mother of your mother

and your mother’s mother

and back as far as the eye can see

or mind can know

or soul can feel

to the first mother.

Lie on the grass and feel Her heart.

You were formed of Her earth.

You come from Her waters.

Her winds kiss your cheek eternally.

Her rains cry with you when you cry

and wash your wounds.

She will heal you

nourish you

wait for you.

She will give you beauty

give you joy

give you new life

again and again.

She will always be there

to enfold you in Her embrace

when at last you return —

Maybe you have the perfect mother . . .

~ Rebekah Myers, A Perfect Mother
copyright © 5/9/2021 by Rebekah Myers

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