I spent yesterday with Mother.
When I arrived her mood was gentle. She welcomed me wearing my favorite dress of hers—the crystalline teal outfit with bright white edges. Stunning and breathtaking. Her blue aura framed with pale puffs told me that while the moment was calm, within an hour or so all hell could break loose and she may rage. But that’s the way Mother is and that’s why I spent my day with her.
I had hoped to learn more from her—you know how to show grace and forgiveness when I’ve been abused, or how to find ways toward healing after a brutal assault upon my person. Patience and tolerance are Mother’s other assets that I should mimic.
But like most children, I don’t always appreciate her until my time of need. I don’t always give her the respect she’s earned, nor do I tread upon her soul and well-being lightly. I’m not one of her better daughters.
That said, there are elements of my life that ambush me from my good intentions.
So I write and send cards to my siblings in an effort to remind us that Mother is extraordinary. Sometimes I think I sound preachy—but I’m usually scolding myself for my own disparaging of today’s rules to help Mother’s wounds heal.
My time with her yesterday rewarded me with some sun-kissed flesh, relaxed blood pressure, and renewed my commitment to work on her behalf—however miniscule my efforts may be.
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i use a combo of shea butter and aloe vera moisturizer. Works great. I use shea butter on my lips, around my eyes and nose (dry areas), My father swears by vasoline.
p.s. I dropped your name on Gina's post, Barb. ;)
Mother’s Day was graceful, because I have children of my own – but sad because I recently lost my Mother, in a violent way. I connected to your comments because it does not matter how many times we remind ourselves not to let it happen, when we loose loved ones there are always things left unsaid. We drifted appart and lost contact with each other, and I wish I had been able to prevent the silence that grew between us, and may be things could have been different.
I would like to keep an eye for your entries in future, as I am also a committed environmentalist.
Anicanora, Your comments hit home closer than you can imagine. Your comment about drifting apart and the silence that grew between you and your mother is heart-wrenching. Fortunately, it sounds as though your children give you the honor we hope for, if not in the most humbling manner.
Meanwhile, our big mother, wails. My hope is a one person at a time mission, with that one person making at least one step a day to help the mother on whom we tread.
Hope to have an opportunity to share views with you again. Thanks.
Thank you Charmaine for your comments. You are quite correct in your perception of the present situation. It is perhaps a time to set our personal sorrows aside in order to address the global issues. Misinformation is pivotal in preventing a more pro-active approach towards environmental crises. And like you said, our big mother wails. Her pain is such that I do believe it required her verbalizing her need for our HELP to many around the globe in recent weeks. Mother’s Day should be a time to try and secure a future for our children – until we establish the stability we need to mourn our loses.