“The ‘Magical Event’ of My Mother’s Passing”
In my meditation this morning, this was given to me:
It was Magical
to be with my mother
as she passed over.
Magical:
the Awareness
of the Supernatural Power
that ever bound us
– and ever will.
In my meditation this morning, this was given to me:
It was Magical
to be with my mother
as she passed over.
Magical:
the Awareness
of the Supernatural Power
that ever bound us
– and ever will.
The psychoanalyst George Frankl stated that
All mothers want only to love
and all children want only to be loved.
To which I would add
All children want only to love.
On a busy street the little boy has lost his mother. He runs towards one mother – then stops because she’s not her. And then another. And another. Becoming ever more desperate.
And then he sees her and runs to her – arms open, smiling.
Read More »My soul is an enchanted boat.
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.
– Shelley
The pulse, the mother, music and water. Let's see if we can draw all these together. When we think of the word pulse, words invoking fluidity come to us like blood, flow, and waves. One of the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) definitions of pulse is "the rhythmical recurrence of... undulations." It gives this illustrative quotation: "like the pulse of the flowing sea." Read More »All music comes from the mother. From the rhythmic pulsation which we felt when inside her, and then later from her cradling and rocking, her lilt and her lullaby. And all love came from her – and all negativity. Within each of us there are two mothers, the one we know who loves us – and the one we fear, the one we must obey: “She who must be obeyed.”
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