Mama Rising

All I can do, is write from my heart today. After a mostly joyous, sometimes tempestuous, and nearly constantly exhausting eight weeks of school holidays, today my children returned to school. The oldest is now in Class 5, the second is starting Class One- a significant milestone in the Steiner Education approach and the third joins his brother and sister at the same campus for the first time, in the second year of kindergarten the school offers (the littlest is still tucked firmly under my wing at home). Ready for the new year of school There are days when time loses it's regular pacing and quickens against the social fabric of our family life. Today was one such day. Time is never a constant- in fact, it is a construct, and far less linear than we currently believe. The summer was full of the sweet humming notes  of slow mornings, swims in the river, sweaty days in which we could do nothing but lay around, stories, tree climbing, trampolining and gardening. This ...

The Muse, it has been dormant for so long, slumbering within the dark and profound space of my womb. Now she stirs and awakens with eyes alight. With slender hands that betray her agility and strength, she pulls me down towards her. I have been opened; and once more the words, they flow- down through my crown, up from the womb, converging at my heart space and sitting there, growing in power for just a little while--  Until they spill, like fresh and energetic headwaters, out through my hands and flood my world. Photo by  Ahmed Saffu  on  Unsplash And here it is: this cycle's manifestation of the interaction between the Muse and I- the Mama Rising blog. I pray that this project takes breath and grows from the cellular upward, that it may become, with beneficence and light, a fertile, expanding thing. Dynamic, alive, alluring. I humbly ask for the divine light of creation to stream through me, for the support I need in this path, for rest an...