“Let nothing frighten and afflict you or trouble your heart … Am I not here, I, who am your mother? Are you not under my shadow?” -Our Lady of Guadalupe, 1531
What a great song, haven’t heard that one before. I’ve felt the love you talk about, but I’m embarrassed to confess I don’t know much about the Divine Feminine, though I think when I start to learn more about it I’ll find I’ve noticed or experienced aspects of it in life. Another beautiful picture accompanied by words that warmed my heart (& have inspired me to learn more about the Divine Feminine) thanks Melanie ☺️
My pleasure, Rae. And thank you! You embody the divine feminine… you only need to discover her in your own heart. It’s also a way of looking at nature and the world… she is creativity! She is spring and new growth. She is Mother Earth and Sister Moon and a thousand other aspects of beauty and love!
So a story from the heart and the understanding of a mother's love.
My dad died very young, nearly twenty years younger than we are. I was running really hard at he time and almost was hanging with the Dead at the Pyramids in Egypt, as you know. Instead I stayed home with my mom to be with her after my dad's death. You know the story Mel. but, it is what happened a short time after that which shocked me to my bones and all the mystic magic that is everything in between them.
I remember the spot in our driveway on Arbor in Menlo Park, my mom and I were talking of something or another and she told me, me, who was someone who did everything absolutely opposite to what she would have done and advised. She was a conservative middle of the road, "everything in moderation", person, and me, I was a full blown hippie freak taking everything to the limit ...... and generally well beyond. My dad was just buried and we were moving through the world, as you must, and she said, "You know son, it was terrible losing your father, but if you have died I don't know what I would have done ......... ?????
I was shocked and couldn't believe what I was hearing as my mom and dad were high school sweethearts. After high school he went off to war and she pined and waited for his return. They eventually married in his senior year of college and together built the house we lived in our entire life in Menlo. Their love was unconditional and forever and any and all else that could be said of two lovers that went through all of that, AND raised three kids through the 60's and into the seventies.
She is telling me that she loves me more than she loves my father who I thought was the world's greatest hero, a man everybody loved and respected and a true pillar of titanium in the world. Me! me? she loves me more? than she could ever imagine loving my father who I thought she loved more than the sun and moon.
It was at that moment that me, same me as before, male and ignorant of anything and all female, finally understood what pregnancy and carrying an embryo and bonding and ................. well all of that, and more than I can imagine of what it takes to create the bond and love that only a mother can have for her child.
I imagine this is a bit of a stumble-bum attempt to just say that that day I truly learned what a mother's love really is. It is a delight that you brought those memories flooding back with your ''Goodness" this week. I wasn't going to post this but Georgie's thoughts of the Pieta set me free. May god look upon both of you mothers and may she give you many years of joy being with your children and all who bring you
Wow, Tom, that is so incredibly beautiful. Thank you, from my heart, for sharing such a vulnerable story. I loved learning, from your poignant words, about your Dad and about your parents’ love story, and the house on Arbor and the mind-blowing moment when you realized the full-blown power and unswerving bond and connection of a mother’s love. I am seeing it now, again, with my youngest daughter and her new firstborn and it is a mystical, magical, alchemical, potent and passionate, fierce and fervent force of nature! A mother’s love is a magnificent miracle to behold, isn’t it, and in my humble opinion, whether our flesh-and-blood mothers were wonderful or not, that spirit of motherly love and devotion exists everywhere and is ours to access, to drink in, to move within and to share wherever it’s needed, as you have done so tenderly here. Michelangelo got it. Clapton gets it. You get it. There’s hope for this world. Sending you peace and love, as you are so generous with them both and they are divine feminine blessings.
Thank you Georgi. I was wishing I had a photo of the pieta because I love it so much and it would’ve gone with this post. I’m sure I could have found one but I’m trying to just use my own photos for now. And yes, the world is on fire; we need all the comfort..
Beautiful, Mel. I think of the pieta, and the coming of Easter amidst so much suffering.
What a beautiful description, I feel like I’m looking at her right now on this lovely spring morning ☺️
What a great song, haven’t heard that one before. I’ve felt the love you talk about, but I’m embarrassed to confess I don’t know much about the Divine Feminine, though I think when I start to learn more about it I’ll find I’ve noticed or experienced aspects of it in life. Another beautiful picture accompanied by words that warmed my heart (& have inspired me to learn more about the Divine Feminine) thanks Melanie ☺️
My pleasure, Rae. And thank you! You embody the divine feminine… you only need to discover her in your own heart. It’s also a way of looking at nature and the world… she is creativity! She is spring and new growth. She is Mother Earth and Sister Moon and a thousand other aspects of beauty and love!
That is just beautiful!
Thank you, dear Becky. You are a kindred spirit.😘
So a story from the heart and the understanding of a mother's love.
My dad died very young, nearly twenty years younger than we are. I was running really hard at he time and almost was hanging with the Dead at the Pyramids in Egypt, as you know. Instead I stayed home with my mom to be with her after my dad's death. You know the story Mel. but, it is what happened a short time after that which shocked me to my bones and all the mystic magic that is everything in between them.
I remember the spot in our driveway on Arbor in Menlo Park, my mom and I were talking of something or another and she told me, me, who was someone who did everything absolutely opposite to what she would have done and advised. She was a conservative middle of the road, "everything in moderation", person, and me, I was a full blown hippie freak taking everything to the limit ...... and generally well beyond. My dad was just buried and we were moving through the world, as you must, and she said, "You know son, it was terrible losing your father, but if you have died I don't know what I would have done ......... ?????
I was shocked and couldn't believe what I was hearing as my mom and dad were high school sweethearts. After high school he went off to war and she pined and waited for his return. They eventually married in his senior year of college and together built the house we lived in our entire life in Menlo. Their love was unconditional and forever and any and all else that could be said of two lovers that went through all of that, AND raised three kids through the 60's and into the seventies.
She is telling me that she loves me more than she loves my father who I thought was the world's greatest hero, a man everybody loved and respected and a true pillar of titanium in the world. Me! me? she loves me more? than she could ever imagine loving my father who I thought she loved more than the sun and moon.
It was at that moment that me, same me as before, male and ignorant of anything and all female, finally understood what pregnancy and carrying an embryo and bonding and ................. well all of that, and more than I can imagine of what it takes to create the bond and love that only a mother can have for her child.
I imagine this is a bit of a stumble-bum attempt to just say that that day I truly learned what a mother's love really is. It is a delight that you brought those memories flooding back with your ''Goodness" this week. I wasn't going to post this but Georgie's thoughts of the Pieta set me free. May god look upon both of you mothers and may she give you many years of joy being with your children and all who bring you
peace and love
Wow, Tom, that is so incredibly beautiful. Thank you, from my heart, for sharing such a vulnerable story. I loved learning, from your poignant words, about your Dad and about your parents’ love story, and the house on Arbor and the mind-blowing moment when you realized the full-blown power and unswerving bond and connection of a mother’s love. I am seeing it now, again, with my youngest daughter and her new firstborn and it is a mystical, magical, alchemical, potent and passionate, fierce and fervent force of nature! A mother’s love is a magnificent miracle to behold, isn’t it, and in my humble opinion, whether our flesh-and-blood mothers were wonderful or not, that spirit of motherly love and devotion exists everywhere and is ours to access, to drink in, to move within and to share wherever it’s needed, as you have done so tenderly here. Michelangelo got it. Clapton gets it. You get it. There’s hope for this world. Sending you peace and love, as you are so generous with them both and they are divine feminine blessings.
peace and love
Thanks dear Tom. Right back atcha.
Thank you Georgi. I was wishing I had a photo of the pieta because I love it so much and it would’ve gone with this post. I’m sure I could have found one but I’m trying to just use my own photos for now. And yes, the world is on fire; we need all the comfort..