The Feminine, Divine
taking me by hand…
The day we buried our mother. 8 sisters & a much beloved brother (with a newborn on my lap.)
Dear Robin, Michelle, Stephanie, Bonnie, Lauren and April,
It was this week, 15 years ago, our baby sister called to say, “I think Mom is having a seizure.”
That she called me, 300 miles away, instead of 911, was testimony to her tender age, and to our strong connection.
Our beloved mother.
48 hours earlier, I left them at the shore, to return to my home in Vermont, for the last weeks of my pregnancy. Mom would die when Aidan was just over month old.
She was the one who taught me about synchronicities, which is what brought me to write this letter to you, today–Father’s Day, Solstice, and the International Day of Yoga–an alchemy of consciousness.
I’ve just finished reading Jean Shinoda Bolen’s book, Urgent Message from MOTHER. Her …
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