Celebrating Mother

Sunday is Mother’s Day. Maybe it was the late Easter, the early Kentucky Derby, or the Winter turned Summer sans Spring, but Mother’s Day snuck up on me. I am at the age where I no longer have a mother or a grandmother with which to celebrate. I have a son who celebrates with me. This year as I celebrate with my son, I celebrate my self.

I am a Mother but no longer a middle generation. So, I asked myself, how do I blend the three aspects of the Celtic Trinity into my life? How am I Mother, Maiden, and Wise Woman? As Mother’s Day approaches, how can I celebrate the dance of these three unique but united parts of myself?

Maiden: the glorious, playful child of grace. It is through her eyes that I see the wonder and awe in the world. Nothing is impossible; all is probable. She is the dancer of improvisation. Her dance is one of discovery. The word can’t is not in her vocabulary.

Mother: the great nurturer and understander-setter of boundaries. Her dance is one of intentional choreography. She dances within the boundaries and teaches others to dance within theirs. She encourage the gentle nudging of the boundaries outward. You can is her mantra.

Wise Woman: crone, wisdom bringer, and story keeper. Her dance is effortless and without thought. So in the moment, she intuitive moves gracefully from step to step. Her dance connects her to the Divine, to others, to all of creation, and to the greater world. Lovingly and gently she gives and accepts. She is the great connector and wisdom sharer. Compassion is her mien.

Mother’s Day is Sunday. As I celebrate the Mother within, I am challenged to embrace the childlike wonder of the Maiden. I bring her curious daring and energy of all possible into my dance. I gently reach out to caress the gnarled hand of the Wise Woman. She brings wisdom wrapped in courage and understanding to my dance.

The Crone’s wisdom weaves gently into my Mother and my Maiden energy. The grounded nurturing of the Mother is blended with the impetuous and curious daring of the Maiden. I am not one, not two, or not even three. All exist within me separate yet woven tightly into the tapestry of Me. My dance is improvised, choreographed, and intuited all at once. I gloriously embrace my inherent feminine power and dance into transformation.

How do you weave the power of your feminine being in all your interactions wit yourself and the world? 

Gracefully Dancing, Vanessa

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