Love and wounds
Thank you, Joyce, for this incredibly heartfelt post. I read a number of beautifully written posts about mothers and daughters yesterday, and this by far, was the one that stood out and remained with me all day. 💜
Wonderful post, I am blessed with having had a wonderful mother
I’m sending this to my children.
Wow, I have learned so much from you. You are a very good writer.
A rare quiet moment gave me the chance to find this this morning and gave me, as usual, good food for thought. There is a big gap between helping to heal all sentient beings (as much as that would be a wonderful mission) and “We are all just walking each other home.” I’m exploring this gap and the bandwidth challenge it presents. I want to spread myself wider, without spreading myself thinner, but have not found the way to make that work. I love many and spend time with few. It’s a time of life when the reach and possibilities become shorter and smaller than before, but devotion and love run deep even in a distant space. L.
What a beautiful post about a troubled journey. Your deep pondering and journaling have made you wiser, more loving and the incredible woman you are today.
Dearest Joyce, though the circumstances surrounding our origin story are different, our life stories have traveled many paraellel paths.
I actually didn't choose to become a mother (unless of course karma knew the only way to wake me up was to give me the responsibility of two innocent, divinely beautiful daughters). I actually had been told, after two ectopic pregnancies, that I couldn't have children. I was relieved -- what a disaster of mother I thought I'd be! Children deserved better.
And, though I created several disasters in my daughters lives, we survived, and thrive today.
My mother and my relationship inspired me to 'do better' and, to use the lessons she taught me, both intentionally and unintentionally, to become an active and awakened creator of the relationship I have with my daughters today.
And to do that, I had to learn to re-mother myself.
My journey to being my own best mother was circuitous, and at times terrifying.
But I am so grateful I took it.
I so appreciate you and your beautiful words and heart. I appreciate your wisdom, your beauty and your loving ways.
There are so many intersections and paraellel paths of your words today, and from those years ago, and the ones I wrote on my blog today - Thank you for intensifying the light so that I can see even deeper into my mother's heart.
Much love and gratitude for you.