#motherline

[penofhearts]

Mitochondrial DNA and Mother’s lineage

Mitochondrial DNA and Mother’s lineage

[canceminii]

She is both #immanent and #transcendent at the same time, and #monotheism is avoided by the #awareness that all the different #Goddesses evoke similar cosmic principles of #universal #love, #fertility and #abundance, and the upholding of balance and #truth. By #healing our #body/mind/spirit and reclaiming our personal sovereignty, we are the first generation in #millennia to recover from the patriarchal damage perpetuated on ourselves and our ancestral #motherline. 😌🌿🌎 #MDGoddesss #StayGolden

[monicamody]

Mothers, Daughters, Motherline

Mum is visiting, and healing and repair of the Motherline has been in focus these last few days. 

A few months ago, a sister friend told me about her practice of “adopting” mothers—strong, vibrant, older women who nurture her, and also, I imagine, remind her to live her own story, concentered in her own magnificence. Mothers whom she in turn takes care of as they grow older.

The cycle of intergenerational reciprocity in action!

At her account I felt stir a yearning to be held in a web of many mothers, and it was not for a while that I realized I already am within a web of wombs. 

Amongst my mothers is Earth. Amongst my mothers is Night. 

My human birth mother is an astounding woman, who has passed on to me her own wilfulness and resolve to not let injustice and oppression—particularly of the patriarchal kind—go unchallenged. I know her love wants me to unfurl my wings, my beauty. 

And yet the skies we see are different.

I want to acknowledge my shadow that desires to silence her otherness. That judges her and finds her wanting. That depends on her and pushes her away. 

I want to acknowledge my hurt and anger at her forgetting of, and forgetfulness about, her power—power received in a direct line from our matrilineages, passing on to me through her. I want to acknowledge my not always remembering the circumstances under which she as an infant was cut off from her ancestral lineages.

I want to acknowledge my resentment at her assumption of the role of a victim, her manipulation, my guilt. I want to acknowledge the ways in which I feel threatened and swallowed, and reject her. 

I want to acknowledge the young, raw places in me that get triggered. My self-protectiveness. I want to acknowledge my struggle to accept her ageing, which is not only about giving care in a way that honors, but also about letting go—of expectations, disappointments, wounds as well as woundedness—so the mother-image I carry around resonates more with the force of who Mum is growing to be—and the mothers I am growing.  

At this point in my life, in my thirty-fifth year, I am turning to my mother and opening to the skies that exist between us: that span between mother and daughter, woman and woman, medicine carrier and medicine carrier. 

In that compassion and tenderness (of knowing and not knowing) that I am asking to flow between us—in that retraction of projections—is healing. One way to cancel the wounds of misogyny inflicted on our Motherline, and ourselves, is robust compassion for ourselves and each other. 

I am asking for a new future where Mum and I accept each other and grow in magic and love and play, together and separately.  

May the stories flow.