Mingling with the Moon
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When Spirit speaks
I knew when she kicked me out, my mother was seeing a sadness, reflected through me, that she couldn’t face that day. She had kept it hidden so long that when the beast became unburied, she could not stand it; could not hold her gaze long enough to look it in the eye. But letting me go, though not without battle scars left from that day, created space for everything that would happen afterwards, to transform. Not immediately, and not always easily. But change came, and when it did, She took my mother with a fierce force, rescued her from her grief, soothed the aches of trauma that had seeped itself into her bones and invited her to breathe again. She swept her up into her arms, held space for her gently, and loosened the taps so the build up of her emotions that formed cancer cells in her uterus, could now flow. So that from the backlog of murky waters, clear streams of consciousness would now be known. I wasn’t there when the floodgates opened for her, yet somehow I know that day well.
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Families
