Mama Madhya - Time For Pause

I sigh, long and slow. Recounting my ancestors' stories - women who, in my mind, have an almost mythical quality to them, is poetic and beautiful. They make me feel positive about my story. The kind of beauty that comes from imaginary tales, like those of long-lost loves, bravery, and a fight for the kingdom. You know they have harshness, but somehow, they are still filled with adventure and heroes.  But my life is not just a manifestation of beautiful heroines; it is full of real women who survive with grit and determination, through darkness and madness.  I desperately want to move through my time of Madhya with grace and wisdom and lay the demons to rest, letting go the muck, the detritus that my subconscious carries.  A Fragile Inheritance So now we must move closer to home, to the women who I directly descend from, who have had the biggest part to play in my experience of life. I sigh again... it is not going to be easy; it is fraught... and complicated. But I must e...

Like tiny grains of sand gathering themselves together to build a natural formation that will rise out of the desert, my DNA is transcribed, slowly revealing itself to become Me.  With memories woven together from the memories of my ancestors, bringing together the exact formula of life force intelligence so that I may come into this life. The past breathes within me, shaping the path that lays before me. The Essence of Motherhood We are all mothers, to be female is to mother. Being a mother is not limited to bearing children - we instinctively mother those around us: our friends, family, colleagues, our work, pets, nature, our homes, ourselves, even our vehicles and plants - giving names, life, and care to the things we love. Mothering is an energy, a force, an instinct. We all come from a mother, and she from a mother before her, and so it goes on, an unbroken thread stretching back through time. The imprint of the generations of women who walked before us echo through our lives,...