Mothers, Madness and Mantras

I’m still thinking about Mother’s Day.  Every year Mother’s Day shows up on our calendars–a reminder to not forget. We all agree to engage in this holiday. We buy cards and flowers. Yet, the reality is we have forgotten. We have forgotten the value of women and the impact this has on our society. When I look around I find myself witnessing an ongoing war on women–women of color, older women, single women, single mothers–all women.

There is also a war on Mother Earth. Things are out of balance. Monsanto/Bayer is one of many corporations that are destroying our planet–our food, our health and our future.

The scales have dangerously tipped in a direction that does not value women, children, creativity, art, nurturing, compassion, kindness, concern for the environment or any concern for the future. The patriarchy doesn’t care if children go hungry or that they are not provided for. Blind eyes are turned to the lack of healthcare. The messages to women are: If you are sick, you did it to yourself. If you can’t afford childcare–you never should have had children in the first place. And don’t you dare decide to get an abortion because you will be charged with murder. And do not get yourself raped because you could be forced to carry your rapist’s baby. And make sure you don’t “miscarry,” because it could land you in jail or you could end up in court to prove you didn’t attempt to murder your fetus. And of course obtaining birth control will not be an easy task. And please do not ask for any sort of help with your baby after it is born because pro life only applies when it comes to the birthing aspect.  After the birth, you are on your own. Good Luck. If things didn’t work out, you only have yourself to blame.

What would our world look like if women ran this country? Or at least had an equal voice? Things wouldn’t be perfect but I doubt we would have children locked in cages. Childcare would be a top priority, as would education and healthcare. Our food sources would be protected along with our environment. All these issues are not just female issues. They are human issues.

If we continue to destroy our planet we will suffer. Many of us already are. Our children and grandchildren will suffer. I wonder why these issues are not setting off alarms?

As I pace and write–write and pace, I’m thinking of mothers, daughters, granddaughters, nieces, Mother Earth, sisters, female authors, artists, social and political activists. I’m thinking about my female guru and all the powerful and outspoken women in my life. I’m thinking about my female teachers–the ones that taught me to think. The ones that taught me to look deeper. The ones that taught me how to engage with the Divine Feminine. The ones that taught me to mother myself. I offer deep gratitude to the teacher that showed me that my spiritual path in this lifetime is the Path of the Mother.  I wish these were the voices that were noticed, heard and valued in our society.

On a personal level, Mother’s Day for me is always layered and complicated. This year I experienced it like riding Drug’s Tiger. I felt a deep sadness over never knowing my bio-Mother. I felt the loss of not having my adoptive mother on the physical plane despite the complexities of our relationship. Along with my own inner reflections a bottomless well of rage and grief surfaced over the out of control patriarchy. I thought about all the mothers that are suffering the loss of their children and the mother’s fighting to get their children back. I thought about the children in cages and facilities that keep them from their families because our immigration policies are anti-women and anti-family. What must it be like for them? How will they heal? What will happen to them in the future? What will happen to the ones raised by white families when they learn the truth of how they came to be in these families? What can we do to ease some of their pain?

These are the questions, insights and complexities I am walking around with today. Soon, I will go downstairs and chop vegetables for a salad. Later today, I will go to the gym. Then I will pick up my grandson from kindergarten.  As I move from one reality into another I will keep offering all that is surfacing to the Divine Mother.

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu is a Sanskrit mantra which means:  “May all beings everywhere be happy and free, and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.”

4 thoughts on “Mothers, Madness and Mantras

  1. Oh, my dear sister friend! You put that so well. It certainly does seem like a war against women by a misogynistic asshole and all his cronies. I fear for our children; especially our daughters. Who would ever have thought this would happen? I worry about my grandsons and pray that they will never be in a war. Growing up in the sixties, we were so hopeful and , yet, here we are. I am so sad and disillusioned! I love YOU very much, my dear one. 😥☮️🧚‍♂️

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