My dear longtime friend and soulful sister, Olivia Marie Oso, shared this powerful poem last month at a women's ceremony we both participated in. I wept. And now that my copy of Finding Mother God has arrived, I was able to share "Message from Mother" with my husband. And I again had to stop more than once. Tears. So moved and broken open is my heart and soul. Perhaps you, too, will be deeply touched by the profound wisdom of this healing and loving message from the Mother.
It also feels appropriate to share this poem with one of Olivia Marie's beautiful paintings. The exquisite one below is called "Love of Tonantzin," with Tonantzin meaning "Our Sacred Mother." (For more of Olivia Marie's art, please go here: https://www.gypsyheartstudio.com/sacred-feminine.)
It has also just occurred to me today that I know the author of Finding Mother God from decades ago. Carol Lynn Pearson did "Mother Wove the Morning" ― https://carollynnpearson.com/motherwovethemorning. Such a gift. I am deeply grateful to reconnect with this amazing woman and the powerful work that she brings to us all to heal ourselves and our world.
All of life is imbued with the Sacred Feminine. Gratefully more and more of us are remembering what we have long forgotten. Blessed be. Blessed be. 🙏💗 Molly
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| Love of Tonantzin, cc Olivia Marie |
Message from Mother
(appreciation to mythologist Joseph Campbell)
For all those little gifts you give to
the mythologists and archeologists
to give to me
I thank you, Mother.
For the precision big-bellied figurine pressed
by Paleolithic hands and the magical naked
outline of you on caves
I thank you.
I thought I was a Motherless child
in an always Motherless house
and then your little surprises began to arrive
as did my tears, my grateful tears
for there was your soft and ancient voice:
I am here. I am female. I am divine.
Thank you for the word "mother"
spoken centuries before the word "father"
for blood and baby do not lie
but testify that Mother was the First Thing
the power that carried and birthed the universe
and all in it, the sea, the earth, the animals
the upright ones, the men and women who lived
in peace within Her safe cycle and gathered
food to the easy sound of wind and rain:
I am here. I am female. I am divine.
I thank you, Mother, for brooding over your people
when the dark times came, when the invaders came
the Indo-Europeans from the north
and the Semites from the desert, turning the birthing
upside down so Athena was born of the forehead
of Zeus and Eve was born of the rib of Adam.
Their gods were male
and their swords were bronze
and they named you Abomination
and butchered and buried you without knowing
they were planting you, for you are the transformer
who turns a seed into a tree, the Tree of Life
who is sturdy and many and grew in all places
the goddess of many names that I read now
on pages made from the tree that speak for the tree:
I am here. I am female. I am divine.
Athena―Ceres―Cerridwen―Demeter―Diana―
Hathor―Inanna―Isis―Kali―Maat―Venus―
hundreds more―shining black or ivory or red
and each a name that points to Mother.
The past does what the past is and it is gone.
Men are still warriors, but not all, for many understand
that our very being turns now on our turning to our
Mother, who is ready to correct our view of heaven so that
God Herself and God Himself, who were always One
can join on earth to bless the confused billions.
The next step is ours, daughters of our Mother
and did we ever think She would not uphold us
in our essential mission?
We thank you, Mother, as now we rise
the women with microphones in the halls of government
the halls of justice, of media, of religion
the women penning books and scribbling poems
the women helping women buy a goat or a sewing machine
the women marching with signs and songs.
There is power in our words and our words are these:
We are here. We are female. We are divine.
― Carol Lynn Pearson
From Finding Mother God:
Poems to Heal the World
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| Photo by Molly |
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