Just posted a new poem, The Priestess. It is a meditation on the wounds of the mother and their effects on her children. On some level I think all of our mothers have had their voices silenced and the price we have paid as children is part of the suffering of the world.
How fortunate it is that the feminine is rising in these times and hopefully the love filled voices of mothers AND fathers will be heard singing from the branches of our family trees in ever increasing numbers.
How fortunate it is that the feminine is rising in these times and hopefully the love filled voices of mothers AND fathers will be heard singing from the branches of our family trees in ever increasing numbers.
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