(kj is graciously filling in for NLinStPaul this Sunday – promoted by Nightprowlkitty)
Me mum left this earth decades ago and me babies chose not to be born. Seems to me I’m the last person to write an essay on mother’s day. So I’ll throw this out thought out there, and ask for your stories.
The creation energy isn’t limited to our bodies; it isn’t limited to our gender. We– all sexes, all ages– experience the process of conception, gestation, birth and mothering through our projects, our gardens, our loves, our lives. We experience still birth, early death, abortion. We know the power of a two-year-old’s “No!” and rambunctious thoughts that won’t behave. Most of us have colored outside the lines. And we’ve all rocked ourselves, or someone else, to sleep at night.
So, what are your stories of love and creation? Of sunny days in the park and late nights in darkness? Who is your favorite mother? Who is your most troublesome child? What project just wouldn’t take despite the best sex in the world to make it so? And what joy has been just too enormous for a single heart to contain? “I wanna story!” 😉
Because Kokopelli, that rascal, was a mom, too, I’m sure of it!