To all the mothers, especially my mom. Honoring your beautiful Sacred Feminine ways that all too often are left un-noticed and un-celebrated. This day’s for you! I honor you and all your beautifully Feminine ways of nurturance, creativity, love, tenderness, intuitive knowing, and connection to magic. You are Divine!
To all the Moms,
I want to acknowledge all the special ways you invoked the beauty of the Feminine Divine in our lives and made our house a home. The touches of love and the sparks of joy were ignited by your hands.
You were the anchoring roots in the middle of our storms. You calmed and soothed us with your presence and care. You created memories of safety and security that we carried forward in our lives that helped shape all of our future relationships and friendships.
You loved every part of us in a way only a mother knows how. You made moments special by showing up and giving the exact energy we needed to feel extra special and loved at any given moment. Our fun Friday night dinners, Saturday night fires, or Sunday morning pancakes were all cherished rituals of love.
You seen us, you knew us at a level only a mother would and you filled our heart spaces with rainbows. And so often it was not thanked or seen or known for how special it really was.
You decorated our home each holiday season, bringing in the joy and magic with our decorated Christmas trees, lighting of the candles, the many holiday flowers, letting us paint snow in the already snowy window. You’d let us taste test the yummy snowballs and short bread cookies each and every year . You filled our senses with so many memories that each wiff of pine or of baking cookies invokes a sacred memory and smile.
You made each holiday sparkle with your creative sprinkles. You invited in the energy of the season, the magic in the air, the joy in our hearts and love in our home. You made everything special and alive, you were conductor of the orchestra that ignited the life fires inside our bellies and lit the lights in our homes.
You ignited the magic into the mundane and breathed breath into our lives, You called in the spirits of joy and celebration, sweetness and safety. You are an alchemist, a magician of love, a gatherer of our people.
Maybe you didn’t even know it but you brought in the fairies and dusted our lives with an enchanted, pure, and innocent fun. Home was like a safe cocoon, a warm fuzzy blanket while you sipped hot cocoa at the fire, all because of your energy. You made our house a home with your sweet, nurturing, creative ways, your Divine Feminine presence.
You caressed and combed, cleaned and cooked with not a single complaint, even though all too often you didn’t get one darn thank-you.
So THANK-YOU mom for all the days you cleaned our clothes, washed our bedding, vacuumed the floors, scrubbed our toilets, ironed our fancy shirts, brought us to practise, did the dishes alone, bought the groceries, took out the garbage, cooked us the most luscious meals and nobody noticed. Today I take note, today I acknowledge for all the days I didn’t. Thank you for nurturing the life spaces that made our life turn round.
Thank-you for the great big ball of love we got every day. I didn’t know how to value what was so special and sacred then mom, but I do now! I’m so sorry nobody noticed or took for granted what you did, cause what you did and still do is Divine.
You are far more what you did for us, you were the heart of our home, the epicenter of our family universe that kept the love and light circulating. You bonded us by weaving love through us and all around. You are a warrior, a sacred weaver of love webs. You are a Divine Feminine Goddess who brewed up love and magic and our home was your cauldron.
To all the mothers, special aunties, grandma’s and sisters, you are the blooming flowers of the world, spreading colorful beauty, love and magical enchantment. You are the “home”-makers or our houses, building us a safe, nurturing, cozy place to exist and grow. You are the unicorns in the rainbows, the first snow flakes of the season. You are the womb of all life, all love, all joy. You are the mermaids in the oceans, the full moon and shooting stars in the dark night sky.
Take a bow, for you are a Goddess.
May you give yourself spoonfuls of your own Divine Love on this magical day.
I bow to you, I honor you. You matter so much to this world. You are the breath of all life. You are the womb of creation. You are the angel dust in the world, the unseen magical forces that circulates the pulse of the Divine. You are so Sacred.
Cheers to you and your Divine Feminine, natural ways of Mother. Happy Mother’s Day.