Diamantine Shading Tree

Maven Huggins

i like this. i had to stand ground for somebody today. i gave them /offered them- what I would have wished for, were I in their shoes---my space, a way out, an answer, help...my hand..what ever i had to share

and it made me think to myself...i have always extended a hand to those i see in need and heartbreak. the first one I offered it to was my mother, I told her, "lets leave and go away from my father," " I will go with you I said" I was then not older than ten. Perhaps that is part of what I came to do

Secours Molly

imagine that wherever you are today you will encounter at least one person who is engulfed in the flames of grief. and imagine that just one word or thought from you will further ignite or extinguish the flame. choose what that word or thought might be. good. hopefully it's the one you long to hear yourself.

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• • Vrinda Puja how beautiful to know that you where there and were available to help your mom step out of an oppressive relationship! My Yoga teacher played that role on other women's lives, and they will forever be grateful. Goddess bless you!

    
    
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    Maven Huggins Oh Vrinda. I did not do that. She stayed there until it killed her. She ignored that ten year old child..
    Thanks though...;) for the benediction ;)

    
    
  • Vrinda Puja

    What a blessing to hear such a young child empowered to know that the door to that prison was open, that she could go with you.. ! I understand her fear, once outside, how could she support her children if she had to stay home to care for you and siblings? A mother's identity is carved by patriarchy in a way that only a powerful woman with the means to offer a refuge can effectively intervene. I saw these dynamic playing in me, and how She, the spiritual Mother, pulled me out by ending all fears... How she did it? She offered arts, engagement in community work, cooking sessions, sewing at 5:00 am, juicing at 4:30 am... a spiritual community and spiritual practices which took up 20 hours a day... to transform the little me, scared of men, the baby boy of woman, into a storyteller of the teachers ways.
    
    The ten year old child in you holds now the diamantine will born of that offer to go away from oppression, you have evolved an every growing protective dome, like a shade and fruit yielding tree where others can stop for refuge, nourishment and inspiration... Wherever your mother is, she IS forever proud of you! Blessed be!