Motherlines
For all the stories found and told
Motherlines
For all the praises
All the pitiful effort
For all the power over
And passive rage
For all the revealing
And silver light
For all the love
And all the not belonging
For all the beauty
And all the good intent
For all the expectations
And all the hidden dreams
For all the bad behaviour
And glossing over
For all the stories found and told
For all the boundaries not held
For all the direction not followed
For all the softness
For all the help from beyond
And all the Grandmother’s of Grandmothers
For all that was raised in truth
For all the inspirations
For all that was still silenced
And for all that was held and felt in the quiet
For all that was spoken, sung, prayed & shared
For all the epic fails
And all the little big victories
For all the tears
Of hurt & sweetness of wonder
For all the locked doors & hidden well’s
For all the open vessels of forgiveness
pouring onto the earth and into the lake
For the wild geese & lone wolf
For all the collaboration
Of soul & service
For all the calling to stars
For all that was unknowingly selfish from the depth of lack
For all that’s hurting
And all thats coming home
For the night and its invitation
For what we fulfilled and what we began
And then the continuation
For all that was seen in the dream of water
& the dance of the moon,
For all that was seen
working for & within the Motherlines.



as a mother, this is exquisite authenticity in its pureness.
Beautiful