Today is Mother’s Day in the UK so I have been reflecting different aspects of the role of ‘mother’. For ‘mothering’ is not just something done by women with children, but (in my opinion) something much broader. To a certain extent I believe we are all mothers some of the time (yep, men too). And while our birth mothers may or may not be present for us now, we all share a common Mother Earth.
In this strange covid time, I am gladdened that the people in our society who work hard in caring and nurturing roles are finally getting some recognition as being ‘key’ to our society (e.g. nurses, teachers, child care specialists).
I am also gladdened that our Mother Earth is getting the break she has clearly been needing for some time.
For the role of the mother is not only to be calm, and kind and nurturing, but also to be fierce, and clear and set boundaries. To mother well you must be able to say “No!”, or “Please Stop That”.
It is as if our Mother Earth has had enough and sent us all to our rooms to reflect on our behaviour!
When Mum says no it can be frustrating and disappointing, we may even wish to rebel.
However, she has our best interests at heart, and has always got our back.
Sharing today a yoga nidra recording I made for a time of great overwhelm, loss and sadness, and the poem which inspired it.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Yoga Nidra – Mother Earth Has Got Your Back
Recorded for a time of overwhelm, sadness or loss.
And the Great Mother said:
Come my child and give me all that you are.
I am not afraid of your strength and darkness, of your fear and pain.
Give me your tears. They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans.
Give me your rage. It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder.
Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows.
Give me your hopes and dreams. I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky.
You are not too much for me. My arms and heart welcome your true fullness.
There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are.
I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills.
My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart.
Release your deep pain.
You are not alone and you have never been alone.
Homecoming by Linda Reuther