"God's heart is more gentle than the Virgin's first kiss upon the Christ"
~ St. Catherine of Siena
Some years back when I was living in Portland, OR I was trying to find my way around the Pearl District. I had lived in this city for eight years and this part was still a messy maze to me.
As I start sinking into this whirlpool of conditioned mind, images of my mother arise......her lost, scared, befuddled face on leaving a strange building..... not knowing which way to turn, and clinging to the arm of one of her adult daughters as if her life depended on it. I feel the beginnings of the heart stirring as I look at my dear mother's face and feel what she carried in her body for a lifetime. For a while mother and daughter are one......as I hold her, hold me and weep for the both of us. There is a sensing of this energy of feebleness going back up the female ancestral line, all the way back to that horrific moment in time when we believed ourselves to be separate from God.
The beauty of the softened heart takes over my consciousness........a softness no separate individual can claim ownership of. It is the heart of all Being coming back for all its precious, unloved ones.
Delicious and precious. The lineage is included in all that arises and all tisnmet met. Thank you for this precious formulation. Its tangible. Visceral.
Curiosity...I just see now the notice of this posting but see that it is dated 2009. Are we in a time warp? <3
Posted by: sunny | 05/07/2011 at 08:41 AM
Dearest Sunny. Feeling the resonance of this with you. Not a time warp - I wrote this piece in 2009 and thought it was appropriate for Mother's Day....♥
Posted by: Mags | 05/07/2011 at 09:43 AM
Stirringly beautiful Dearest Mags. Thank you Dear Heart. ♥
-Leslie
Posted by: Leslie | 05/07/2011 at 11:55 AM
Leslie, you touch my heart over and over again. Thank you Beloved.
Posted by: Mags | 05/07/2011 at 03:13 PM