Mama Rising

This post is brought to you by school holiday induced, post-vomiting bug reflections... Why do the children's arguments and dynamics feel like so much hard work for me? Most often, the conflicts they have- for example, this morning, whether cows get nits or not- I don't have a particular investment in. And, short of the effects on their connection with each other, I don't have an investment in the outcome of the conflict. It either doesn't matter to me, or the level of passionate intensity they feel for the issue is much higher than I have. (Do cows get nits? Hit me up in the comments if you know, because it would be nice to solve one problem today). So it's not- generally- the content that is a trigger for me. At least not today, for the internal dynamic I am feeling. And dynamic it is, because it is a mirror of the tension that is birthed in me in the conflict with each other. It's an empathetic but unprocessed manifestation of their 'stuf...

Being born of blood. This is our molecular foundation. It is the basic building block of our physicality, the container for our DNA, and also the first, smallest part of the canvas on which that DNA becomes manifest. Photo by  Matteo Vistocco  on  Unsplash Blood is our first home: when the newly awakened and enlivened union of pure forms of Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine come together, that particle falls into a soft bed of blood, not yet human, but of human, of blood. That form, evolving and catalysing, nests within blood and is then fed, again by blood. Blood as the vessel and blood as the river through which all requirements may be brought. To life. Into love. Photo by  Joel Filipe  on  Unsplash Where is the point where we become repulsed by this symbol of life, embodied? Is in in the medicalisation of pregnancy, where through antenatal testing, blood becomes a readable formula for all that may go wrong (and even that, the...