We Belong.

A deep calm to hold this space and not my wounded, tired self, full of grief. How can my daily expectations from myself be heavier than holding space for the living? I'm allowing myself to do nothing today.

Being at home, flowers in the garden. Meditating, moving my spine, feeling and awakening my hips, deep stretches. The intoxicating smell of jasmine flowers, the pleasure and pain in my sensual flow, my ever awake and open breasts, the bow of my head on the floor, and deep rest on my tummy touching the tummy of the Mother Earth. Dreamless sleep. Followed by an unexpected menstrual flow, just like Rukmini Iyer said in here days ago. I read her words yesterday before sleep and wondered where has mine been, 26 days late.

Possibly effected by the stress of last weeks full of tension, as I await health reports from my daughter, making me look deeply into ancestral wounds carried from the mother lineage. Again and again, my personal story always leading to unseen mother or unseen children separated by early deaths. No wonder I cannot comprehend the pain of mothers and their children in Palestine, or anywhere else in the world, dying, now.

As I write these words on the Mother's day in Turkey, I bring faith in the Divine Feminine, to bring balance, happiness, inclusion and love. I hold trust instead of fear that all will heal, life will conquer, the world will be in peace, and that these children will not be the unseen children of future generations.

I honor the souls of all the Mothers who could or couldn't embrace their children. You are worthy of Love. You are worthy of safety. You have a place. You belong.