A Gift

[cedar_grove]

Mother of fields, mother of waters,
mother of mountains, we call our to you:

Whose seeds are we? To whom do we belong?

Mother of thunder, mother of trees,
mother of the world, we ask you:

Where did we begin? Where are we going?

Mother of the world, mother of the shaman's pole,
mother of temples, mother of the sky:

Where do we find you? When are you with us?

Mother of our dances, mother of the sun,
mother of fire, mother of all food:

Are you not the only mother we know?

--Kagaba people of South America

Throughout the ages, on all continents, people have worshiped the divine feminine. But for many centuries in our culture, the vision of a universal mother has been suppressed.

Suppressed but never quite gone away - just hidden - sometimes in story, song and alegory. Sometimes just in the way of calling something, (for example - the 'Mother Church'). Whenever I feel the connection with the divine feminine, or with just strongly primal energies, this is an issue that always surfaces for me somewhere along the line. I'm not a politically militant pagan, that will evangalise or push the Mother down anyone's throat... but I feel - I personally feel - the diminution of the divine feminine - like an ache I cannot ease, or an itch that I cannot scratch. And I don't suppose it's really mine to scratch. For myself, yes, but for the rest of society, no... or I turn into the evangalist pagan, which is what I'm not.

I think that's why working through this all means so much to me, because it is allowing me to reconnect with that 'lost' part, the missing disquieted piece of myself in the world. It is uplifting to read all the hymns and poems written to the divine feminine from many cultures, old and (hopefully at some point) new... or at least still in existance... from Ancient Greece to the Native Americans, from the Eastern civilisations to the Western ones - refreshing and uplifting.

And much needed. I cannot say thank you enough for this gift. Such a beautiful surprise as it was.