Fatherhood

Becoming a father a few months ago transformed me in ways words nearly fail to capture. The Magic of this process weaves this sacred bond, one I have prepared for my entire 50 years of healing and living.

When I hold my daughter, something mysterious, divine, and deeply human moves; when she smiles at me, I am naked, powerless, and powerful. These fleeting yet eternal moments embody the purest form of Love, rendering Life’s ceremony the most sacred of all.

There are tender, almost fragile moments when I think about the wounded world she will have to navigate. In these moments, I hope she only knows the joy of being alive, shielded from Life’s often accompanying despair.

How will I prepare her for this world fraught with complexities? How can I love her in such a way that she grows to be a fierce yet tender guardian of the Earth? How will I share the heavy truths that lie upon my heart? I yearn for her to delight in the world’s joy and wonder, to find beauty in the morning dew, Magic in the skies, and blessings in the land.

My thoughts often wander to the many children who do not know safety today. They lie awake, tormented by the roar of warplanes, the blood-soaked streets, and the abominable pain of hunger. How will I ever explain to her the wounds we have inflicted upon the Earth and each other and the profound prophecies these times unveil?

I seek wisdom in myths, ancient cosmologies, poetry, the counsel of elders, and the embrace of the land. Today, the words of Robin Wall Kimmerer echo in my heart:

“Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the Earth gives me daily, and I must return the gift.”

I feel the gift of Life deeply: the gift of family, the gift of tending the land, the gift of prayer and remembering, the gift of knowing Magic, plants and the art of ceremonies, the gift of Love. So many gifts, my dear little one, are coming your way.

But of all these gifts, you are the greatest gift to my world and this world.

Angell Deer

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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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