The hug that is home- Mom
Mother’s Day- fraught with joy and heartache. For those of you experiencing heartache today, take care of yourself. Give yourself space for grief. Honor your grief. Treat yourself to an incredible scone and a massage. We love you.
“Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley, where any band may reveal a totally new landscape.”
While some men attend our retreats, the vast majority of our retreaters are women. Daughters, Mothers, and Grandmothers. One of our favorite things to see at retreats are mothers and daughters retreating together.
For those of you in the throes of motherhood, I wrote a little poem for you. This period I am living through now, with a 3 year old and a 5 year old, has been the most intense 5 years of my life. I just could not have imagined how difficult this would be, and of course how wonderful. I often think of it as drinking out of a fire hose.
Sometimes I’m drinking joy out of a firehouse.
Sometimes I’m just trying to escape the onslaught of the firehose so I can catch a breath.
Motherhood comes at me fast and hard.
So if you are the person in your family that is described in the poem below, know that you deserve time and space for yourself.
You deserve time and space to breathe, ground yourself, and find that deep well of clear cool water that resides within us.
We all need the opportunity to get back to our baseline so that we can handle the intensity of our lives as our higher self. (Not the version that is severely sleep deprived, greasy hair slicked back, white knuckling your way through.)
And, as the poem implies, you may also be the magic-maker in your family. Which means, you may be slightly disappointed by whatever plans and gifts you receive (or don’t receive) on Sunday.
Just know that you are seen. You are vital. Buy yourself a little treat. Celebrate all that you are.
