MOTHER’S DAY WARMTH OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS FOR ALL –
“Those who don’t
get unconditional love
from their families need
to find it someplace else,
and one of the ways this
can take place is through
Twelve Step programs,
sponsors, therapists
[ect].” (Sexual Ano-
rexia, p. 167)
“The poet judges
not as a judge judges
but as the sun falling
around a helpless thing.”
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) U.S. Poet
Question: On this Mother’s Day, how do you … GO where the Love is, lately?
Summertime and I Feel Like a Motherless Child by Mahalia Jackson (4:36)
Motherlover feat. Justin Timberlake (3:10)
Walt Whitman Brief Bio (3:12)
Piano & Lovely Butterflies in Nature Meditation (4:19)
Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
Good morning everyone + welcome to another beautiful day. Here is today’s thought. In the 70’s, there was a TV show called “Moving On”. It was about the adventures of two truckers, traveling through the states with all sorts of experiences with the folks they would meet. Week after week, they kept “moving on”, down the road to new adventures + new people.
We too must keep moving on, down the road or up the path to our new adventures + experiences that God has for us. Don’t drag your feet. Keep moving onward + upward towards your goals.
Blessings. BB
Mother’s Day can place an unbearable burden on both mother and child. “Prove that you love me,” we may say to our children. “But you made mistakes in raising me,” the child says to the parent. The truth is we all fumbled along the best that we could. We made mistakes, we hurt one another, we messed up along the way. For me, mother’s day is about celebration – a day I can call my children and thank them for letting me be their mom. Happy Mothers’ Day.
Happy Mother’s Day to you too. Sorry if I”m a little late in seeing your post. How beautiful that you feel honored to be a mother. That aspect of the day hadn’t every occurred to me.