“KINGDOM OF THE WOMB
From her thighs, she gives you life
And how you treat she who gives you life
Shows how much you value the life given to you by the Creator.
And from seed to dust
There is ONE soul above all others --
That you must always show patience, respect, and trust
And this woman is your mother.
And when your soul departs your body
And your deeds are weighed against the feather
There is only one soul who can save yours
And this woman is your mother.
And when the heart of the universe
Asks her hair and mind,
Whether you were gentle and kind to her
Her heart will be forced to remain silent
And her hair will speak freely as a separate entity,
Very much like the seaweed in the sea --
It will reveal all that it has heard and seen.
This woman whose heart has seen yours,
First before anybody else in the world,
And whose womb had opened the door
For your eyes to experience light and more --
Is your very own MOTHER.
So, no matter whether your mother has been cruel,
Manipulative, abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish
How you treat her is the ultimate test.
If she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way
With simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness.
And always remember,
That the queen in the Creator's kingdom,
Who sits on the throne of all existence,
Is exactly the same as in yours.
And her name is,
THE DIVINE MOTHER.”
-Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The
Writings of Suzy Kassem
To be born means to have a mother. No matter how you were mothered; be it nurtured and protected at birth, or, given to another who would be mother, we had a mother-figure. Our early mothering owns our deepest conscious or unconscious memories and associations. She was our nest; She was the womb.
Mother is the womb, the home, the beginning. She is the nest: we learn, we live with each other, we share our lives and livelihoods because we began our lives with a mother. She built the very instinctual part of ourselves. She strung our nervous systems. Our psychology belongs, in part, to her… either we are her or have worked not to be her. We create ourselves as a ‘Mothering Person’ from her Mothering.
Mothering is struggle, bottom line. Mothering is not what it was, indeed. We fear damaging those we mother. We may even feel damaged ourselves. WE may be stunted. We may have stunted those we mothered. None of us came from nothing. We have needed the grace and nurturing of mothering and we found ways to get it with or without her. We forget our mothers and our mothering had many aspects of their own lives. We may forget they had a past, too. We give birth to things every day through thoughts, actions, arting, crafting, writing, cooking, cleaning... you name it, we are mothering. We are Danus in the making.
Danu/Anu/Dana is a Celtic Earth-Mother Goddess. She is the wind/breath. She was suckled by the gods. She is an ancient Goddess and a mysterious one. She was Goddess of Sovereignty and the power that behooves one of such nobility to have. She gifted nobility and rulers with her powers and, especially, the fairies (Tuatha De’ Danann).
We have, mostly, forgotten fairies. The fairies carry the gifts of wisdom and do not bother much with human beings who they see as lesser beings. At one time, all on Mother Earth depended on Danu and her fairies. She was a water goddess, and why many fairies are seen around water. She is said to be there, too, and why being around water is so healing to us; so nurturing; and, so calming. She is the Great Mother of Ireland and her people. Her very name means ‘Flowing One’, knowledge, wisdom, wealth and abundance.
She is symbolized as associated with seagulls, holy stones, horses, fish, amber, gold, all waters, earth and moon.
When we need a mothering, of any kind; a nurturing; a motherly compassion; a direction/guiding; look at the mothering ancestry you come from. Look at your own mothering. Look at how you Mother yourself. Look at how you mothered, in your role, as a maiden, a mother, a crone. See how you Mother things, people, places. That is the Danu in you.
©Carol Desjarlais 10.25.21
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