This is a fabulous, tender, truthful, healing post by a gifted psychologist, therapist, writer, and healer.
It applies to so many, in so many ways.
It is practical, heartfelt, deep and deepening.
Read. Share. Repeat.
http://adeleandthepenguin.com/struggles-and-strategies-for-the-motherless-and-unmothered/
Peace is in our hands ~ artist Valerie Lorimer
As we celebrate mothers of all forms and being, those carrying and bearing life, laboring to nourish and to nurture, guiding, teaching, holding, comforting, soothing, showing, listening, singing to and being with … Let us also remember where Mother’s Day originally came from and its purpose–a purpose that in its own way represents the yearning and dedication, hope and tenacity of mothering:
“let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace…” (from the proclamation below)
Here is to peace. To no more carnage. To love. To hope. To no more lost children. To counsel of heart and reason. To no more war.
Mothers’ Day Proclamation / Julia Ward Howe (1870)
Arise, all women who have hearts, whether your baptism be that of water or of tears! Say firmly: “We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies, our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
“Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We women of one country will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”
From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says, “Disarm, disarm! The sword is not the balance of justice.” Blood does not wipe out dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead. Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each learning after his own time, the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God.
In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women without limit of nationality may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.
(Julia Ward Howe, Abolitionist–she also wrote “Battle Hymn of the Republic”)
Julia Ward Howe
To all the mothers
And all who mother:
Happy Mother’s Day.
To all who listen, hold, support,
Who remember the small things that matter
Who kiss the hurts
Hug the sorrows,
Who shine with pride and
Cheer the loudest as they
Clap delight:
Happy Mother’s Day.
To those who raise from babies
or late childhood
or adulthood.
To those who foster safety
Where none was before.
To those who make a home
For hours, days, a week, a life time
And write upon the slate of heart to let one know
That to be mothered, is to be loved:
Happy Mother’s Day.
To all the mothers
Biological, adoptive, temporary or forever
To all who open hearts to others
Just because they know
That love can mother
And that mothering
Can heal
And so they do:
Happy Mother’s Day.
And may you be loved
And mothered,
Too.
Today, I marvel at the universality
Of love.
At the way deep care connects us all.
And should. And can.
How it forms us.
How it spells the words of heart upon a child’s new soul.
How it breathes hope into desperation.
How it nourishes across languages and color, tradition, race, religion, state, connecting all.
How it writes upon the slate of birth
And opportunity.
How it shapes resilience to withstand strife and sorrow.
How it holds through thick and thin, through calm and turmoil.
Today, I marvel at the universality,
At the miracle.
Of love.
So utterly expected
So innately ordained
So perfectly humane
Yet so often bent by apathy, oblivion, ignorance, senseless hate, violence, disdain.
The very shock we feel at its absence
In itself speaks volumes
Of Love’s natural flow.
Its ingrained, spirit-sustaining need.
The bounty of fortitude and growth that it can seed.
Today,
I marvel at the awesome
Touching
Never mundane
Breathtakingly beautiful
Universality of love.
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