Mothers

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A budding Yogini called me today in answer to a fairly ordinary phone call I had placed. After a brief discussion, she was about to get off the phone when she said, "Happy mothers day to you."

[And i thought] Happy mothers day to me? [blink] Happy mothers day to me.

With that statement I stepped out of the ranks of all sentient beings into another role, mother. And I could see that way that it was true. Not in a pride way, but in another more down-to-earth way. I am a mother. And I am a daughter. And so are all of you.

And then I thought about being a mother, and its responsibilities. I don't have children of my own. If the current plan gets carried out, I never will. But deep in the bones, deep in my blood, deeply rooted in my very nature there is a sense of reponsibility. A sense of nurture. And if for one moment I looked at this world as a auhtentic mother, if I looked at each person as a daughter or son, what occurs to me is that I am immediately prevented from doing harm. I cannot harm the earth, and I cannot harm others. I must find a way to be harmless. And in addition to that, I must find a way to care for and protect those around me.

Not in a strange disturbing way, but in a way that changes the energetics of my being in a way that causes me to be ready to care for and protect others. To be ready when my help is needed or requested, wherever, despite my own preferences. That others are first as long as I am capable....and because of my viewpoint, I must find the way to be capable.

Happy mothers day to me? She called to the mother in me and what came was compassion. What a lovely gift. And I honor that in her and in me. But what about all the other women and men out there who are mothers? So I set about to send them e-mails tonight, especially the guys, who are the most likely to be overlooked. Yes, they are mothers too in their own right.

Happy mothers day to you. And happy mothers day to me too.

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