Posts Tagged With: Mother’s Day
The Trees I Have Started to Grow
Author: Mentis Amor
To Bridgitte and Brieanne, my two beautiful girls,
I have thought about how to raise you as a pagan parent. I have so far tried to raise you as strong secure women so that when you are grown will you look back and see your mother as a blessing and you will you remember my teachings and grow from there.
I see you both as trees, just saplings now. If I cultivate your spiritual and mental needs, you will grow up strong and secure. You will be straight, always looking towards the sky. But if I do not succeed, you grow up without enough strength and you will bend to others opinions. You will reach up crooked, not knowing your path because you did not know which way to grow. This is my fear. So how do I teach you; how do I help you grow?
I thought a long time about what this means to raise two girls and to teach them and still be respectful of their individuality because they may not choose my path. But I would hope for them that they choose something that will fulfill them as I have found something that filled my spiritual needs.
So I researched and read all sorts of different articles, books and opinions, sifting through the many theories regarding pagan parenting. I came to this one night while talking with my grandmother about all of the different things that being a mother required. All the while, she sat there with a knowing look on her face and a silent regard to what I had to say.
Then she said, “ Try this. This is how I did it and how your mother did it and how my mother did it.” She had said something so simple I had not even thought of it before. I had to take a good look at myself and how I do things and how my mother did them and how her mother did it. I was looking at a long line of healers and teachers and parents who have grown trees of their own, each one hoping that their child would reach to the sky.
That does not mean I come from a long line of witches. My grandmother happens to be very dedicated to Christianity and one of the few people I know who lives kindly and loving every day of her life. My mother is very into the Native American traditions. She prays to the spirits and trusts the wisdom of the earth.
They taught me about healing naturally without drugs. Using tea to heal an infection and using baking soda to cure a bee sting… or that ginger will (9 times out of 10) cure an aching belly. It is what they taught me about the many different methods that were passed down generation to generation, each one teaching the next of the natural healing, love, respect for the earth, cycles of life, and to set their children’s feet on a spiritual path filled with compassion.
My mother taught me to respect the spirits. Sometimes they will speak to me, so I must listen carefully. Thus, I learned to trust my intuition.
My grandfather taught me that all life is sacred and should be respected. When I kill an animal for food, I must be thankful for it and not waste the blessing.
And my great grandmother taught me that herbs can cure, but they must be treated with care and grown with love. When it comes time to take what I have sown, I am to be thankful for the blessing.
So, I carry on with what I was taught and what I have learned, teaching my children about the wonders of nature. And through the natural healing that comes from my teachings, they are cured — like I was cured — without being medicating into an dulled state of mind.
And yes, I still get the scoff “You don’t take them to the doctor for every little sniffle and cough?” No, I do not. Chicken broth worked for me; it will work for them.
I teach them about the tarot and the wheel of the year and how every living thing on this planet is connected. Everything I have learned as a pagan. I tell them we must not hide from our shadow selves, but learn to be at peace with it. And most importantly, to be grateful of the blessings that we are given and to never take for granted our daily miracles.
To love themselves for who they are and also to love others for who they are because you never know someone until you have seen life through their eyes. To stand up for themselves and to be strong. Just because they are understanding does not mean that others will be understanding.
When my girls have grown and read articles, opinions, and books on their own, I hope that they will look back on the many different teachings of their family and find the wisdom here at home.
I pray to the creator that they will learn from the people that came before them and trust that the spirits of their grandfathers and grandmothers are guiding them.
Girls, your mother loves you and wishes you the best in this world. Fill it with your own light and love and you will be at peace. Do not care what others say. If they are mean, it is only because they don’t understand.
Grow tall and strong. Hold your head up and keep your back straight. Do not easily bend to another’s opinion. Learn as much as you can before making up your mind.
Remember, my little ones, I will always be here for you and I will tell you the same thing I was told:
This is how I did it and how your grandmother did it and how her mother did it.
Be happy and fruitful, my blessings!
Your Mama Bear
Few words in any language can evoke the same emotion with the same intensity as those that this day celebrates. Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers on this planet, the ones who gave birth and the ones who have chosen to nurture other people’s children. And if you’re one of those children wondering what magical gift to give to Mom on this day, Feng Shui says that a statue of an elephant will bring her both fortune and luck. This tradition also tells that a white elephant will deliver her heart’s desire within a short amount of time. As well, jade jewelry is believed to bring healing, health and longevity to her life while a live rosemary plant will gift her with financial independence. Giving Mom any (or all) of those gifts will definitely give you a leg up in the ‘who’s Mom’s favorite’ debate!
By Ellen Whitehurst for Astrology.com
I figure most of it know that I lost my mother when I was very young. From what I remember she was a very, very special woman. She just had a heart full of nothing but love for me. No matter what I did, she never got angry with. She never raised a hand to me except to hug me and kiss me on the cheek.
I will never forget the day the doctor told us she had cancer. He gave her six months to maybe two years. Can you imagine being 11 years old and hearing that? My mother was my world, my whole world. My daddy working on the river as a Captain. He was gone all the time. My mother is who I grew up with. She was Mom and Dad both to me. I was crushed.
She lived for two years after that. Most of the time in and out of hospitals. I watched her suffer so. She fought so hard to live because she didn’t want to leave me and I didn’t want her to leave. In the hospital, she would always insist I sit beside her. We would hold hands and I would lay my head on her shoulder. I know the day they told me she probably wouldn’t live through the night, I fell to the floor. I went in to the room to grab every second I could with her. I never cried or anything, I wanted to be strong for her. I think she knew she was going to pass. She would take her hand and rub my hair so slowly. She would whisper, “I love you, baby, always remember that.” Time came for me to leave, I remember her raising up in the bed were I could hug her. I hug her for dear life and fought the tears back. I told her I loved her more than life itself. Then as I was walking out the door, she told me, “Goodbye.” She knew her time had come. I cried all the way back home.
I even cry now crying this. Something’s we can’t understand or meant too. They say everything happens for a purpose but I have never found the purpose in her passing except to rob me of a loving mother. Yes, I am still bitter to this day. I don’t understand it and I never will. But I have asked the Goddess to comfort me and I believe She has. I have this vision in my head of a bridge, it is an old wooden bridge, beautiful though. I am walking up to it and on the other side, I see my mother waiting for me. She has her arms wide open and screaming my name. We both embrace, hug, laugh, cry and most of all celebrate our reuniting again.
Dear Goddess, Let It Be So!
Not only for my mother but others’ who have also had their mothers pass on.
We will never forget you and on this Mother’s Day,
We remember You.
We love you and we will meet again till then remain in our hearts and remain with us always,
Things I Miss About You
It’s Mother’s Day again,
And I’m trying to make it through,
Because this day reminds me
Of all the things I miss about you.
I miss your face smiling down at me,
With love shining from your eyes.
I miss the way you’d laugh at my jokes
So hard that it made you cry.
I miss the touch of your dear hands,
How gentle and kind they could be.
And I miss the warmth of your hugs, and how
You’d wrap me up tight as could be.
A Mother’s Love
There are times when only a mother’s love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a mother’s love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we’ve dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a mother’s faith
Can help us on life’s way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a mother’s heart and a mother’s faith
And a mother’s steadfast love
Were fashioned by the angels
And sent from the Goddess above.
I confess, it is my fault and my fault alone we are running late. I had to write a quick email. Then I have talked to every bank and finance company in Western Kentucky about a loan for a new heating and A/C unit. If it ain’t one thing it is another. Then I got everyone together and got them to pulling weeds, spraying and mowing. It is amazing how a place can go to heck in a week. Then there are some that are really pissed at me, I got them scraping the animal’s enclosures to the bottom and putting down new bedding. Well, they should have got in that shape to start with. Mystie was right, I would be back cracking the whip.
Then finally I said the hell with it and when to look at laptops. It doesn’t hurt to dream does it? My children have disowned me and I think all of you know why. If not, it is because I am a witch! So I won’t get crap from them for Mother’s Day, so I decided to do a little day dreaming of my own. I have picked out my perfect Mother’s Day gift, now maybe if I wish real “HARD,” lol!
Anyway, enough with the bull, let’s get down to business. Oh, yeah, I forgot we were off the net yesterday due to office cleaning. See I starting cracking that whip just as Mystie predicted, lol! Have a super day, my friends!
We come together to bless this place
where witches choose to gather,
Brought together this day to be
reminded that we are sisters and brothers
In the Craft,
Brought together to put behind all
negativity and hard feelings,
So we might once again move
forward in the work of our Holy Mother
Cleanse our hearts, let the love return,
reunite us as brothers & sisters in your
Mission, dear Mother & Father.
Let us never wavier from the work
that is to be due, let us never falter again.
We come to you now, as your humble children,
Bless us as we gather here,
In your name, to dedicate ourselves once again
to each other and the to the Ways of Old that led us here.
Bless this group of Witches
That we may put our differences aside
and work once again in harmony
Learning and growing together.
Let us remember the Ways of Our Ancestors
By doing so, let us remember our fight is not
For where witches gather there shall be no fighting,
arguing or bickering,
Only love, fellowship and a working toward a higher
goal, our Lord and Lady’s work.
We ask this day this site be sanctified,
cleansed and renewed.
Putting the past in the past, moving steadily
forward from this day forth.
May the Earth grant us strength
May the Air grant us wisdom
May the Fire grant us passion
May the Water grant us flexibility
For this is a place that witches gather in
peace and harmony.
So Mote It Be.
—Lady Of The Abyss
Traditionally May is the “Merry Month,” from the old German murgjaz or mirth. It was named after the Greek Maia Majestas, Goddess of Spring, of which the Irish Celtic Queen Medb (Maeve) was an incarnation. The Anglo-Saxon name for May was Thrimilcmonath, thrice-milk, due to the abundance of milk that the cows gave at this time.
This fifth month of the Gregorian calendar, and third month of Spring, was when fertility was at its peak, a time of ritual promiscuity in old Pagan Europe. In ancient Rome, it was the custom for girls to be given menstruation parties by their mothers to welcome them into the community of women. In Greece, girls who reached puberty at this time were expected to give their dolls in offering on the altar of Aphrodite.
Despite the return of light and life that May brought, many ancient people considered May to be an unlucky time of the year. Mythologists believe this attitude originated with the Romans, who celebrated Lemuria at this time-a festival dedicated to placating the discontented dead.
As the days grow longer, May is the perfect time to nurture and work toward achieving those goals inaugurated during the Winter months.
I apologize for leaving so quickly but I had a call I had to take. I also ran and picked up some adorable little rabbits. Thank goodness before it starting sleeting, too. They were in a farmer’s barn with their mother. The farmer’s hounds got the mother and he didn’t know what to do with the babies so he called me. I think they are just adorable. I remember growing up I had a huge rabbit, brings back memories.