In Celebration 🍰

This week my daughter begins another journey around the sun...

Photo by Ahmad Odeh on Unsplash

To celebrate my little lady’s birthday week, I’ve recorded and placed here three poems inspired by her.

If you are a mother…

You know worry and overwhelm…happiness and joy, like no other.

You know love like no other.

If you are a mother, you feel deeply, give freely, heal wounds - invisible, emotional, and bleeding - with the balm only mothers have access to.

If you have been a child…

You remember what it was like to be afraid, nervous, blissful, and care-free.

You remember the healing words and arms of your mother, in the times you needed her most and in the times when you didn’t even know you needed her…which still happens today, as an adult.

If you are alive…

You have the ability to create through the vessel that is your human, physical body…just like a Mother.

You have the ability to celebrate special occasions and ordinary days alike…with the blissful, care-free abandon…just like in your childhood years.

If you are alive…choose to celebrate today…everyday…if for no other reason than…you are alive.

So…for you…in honor of her…
a poetry reading…🎈🍰

In these words…

Explore those moments when you have nourished, sacrificed, surrendered all your love and energy to something that was greater than yourself…that served a greater purpose.

Explore those moments when you have been compassionately loved by another.

my child, my love

Poem written as we drove out of the Biltmore Estate…having just spent an afternoon in the warm sun, touching the river water, walking, wandering…enjoying the one…true…thing ~ love, as a mother.

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mother crow

We sat in the living room rocking chair, the chair I rocked her in every night as a newborn, toddler, and little girl…it was a cold day, watching out the window, seeing the birds, the crows soar through the sky. Her hand was tiny, soft…my love for her…enormous, warm. The words came as she sat in my lap for what seemed a stopping, pausing of time.

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my light

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Final thoughts…

It has been such a joy to be a mother…her mother. There will be no other work, role, purpose greater than this…Mother.

Celebrate today, dear Child…you are loved, you are nourished, you are held in the heart of your Mother, now and always.

xoxo Michelle

All poetry is from my book…Fear and Musings: A Journey from Anxiety to Peace Through Poetry, Prayer, and Practice…found here

My daily Tarot card draw for today…X of Cups…Celebrate, Rejoice…oh happy family! Card Deck: Rider Waite Smith Centennial Edition, US Games.