Teach & Release

You will teach them to fly , but they will not fly your flight .

You will teach them to dream , but they will not dream your dream .

You will teach them to live , but they will not live your life .

Nevertheless , in every flight , in every life , in every dream , the print of the way you taught them will remain …

~ Mother Teresa ~

Artist Credit : JinWoo Kim

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She Who Is : The Calling

This is one I am not going to even try to quantify – I feel strongly that either you’ll get it, or you won’t (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s also one that is so deeply personal, I hesitate in sharing it. Which is almost always an indicator that I should.

Where it comes from is some place beyond words, in the depth of me where the knowing resides. It is a song of the spirit that many of us hear, cosmic and born of stars, and it’s been with us since birth. It guides our lives and path, that we are here for something far greater, and many of us spend our entire lives seeking it out.

It is the search for the ineffable that exists beyond everything we know. Our raison d’etre. We get glimpses of it during our lives, something touches it’s resonance, we touch the hem of it – and we know that we know that we know. And we know that we know that they know.

It is deep calling unto deep.

And there are others hearing that same song, feeling that same pull, and though we are all of that same source, our corporeal senses are not always engaged so that we easily recognize that this isn’t just a subjective, singular experience.

That there are others, and even within our reach was the impetus for it, however. As a reminder that at any given moment, the woman next to us may be feeling and reacting to this same sense-beyond-sense, we are not alone.

“For I see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known.”

No, we are not alone.

“The Calling”

Mixed Media

2022

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Waiting : Patience is Prayer

READ THIS IT’S BEAUTIFUL

The fate of a mother is to wait for her children. You wait for them when you’re pregnant.

You wait on them when they get out of school. You wait on for them to get home after a night out.

You wait on them when they start their own lives.

You wait for them when they get home from work to come home to a nice dinner.

You wait for them with love, with anxiety and sometimes with anger that passes immediately when you see them and you can hug them.

Make sure your old mom doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Visit her, love her, hug the one who loved you like no one else ever will.

Don’t make her wait, she’s expecting this from you.

Because the membranes get old but the heart of a mother never gets old.

Love her as you can.

No person will love you like your mother will.

Unknown

Side Effects of Having a Distorted Parent

Child Psychological Abuse

Lifelong Effects on Children Who Grow Up With Narcissistic Personality Disordered Parents–
by Dr. Laurel a Sills, Licensed Clinical Psychologist, Michigan.  9/2/2022
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The deeply damaging effects to a personality when growing up with especially subtle narcissism (which is not recognized by outsiders) is extremely long-lasting and often unseen by others. Kids may act strong and unaffected and become leaders or bossy and controlling and seem super confident, or, people- please in such a way that
most people like them and don’t notice that they are appeasing to everybody and not standing up for what they want.

Anxiety is high for the child who grows up confused by hearing they are loved by their parent who doesn’t guide them, dismisses them, is insensitive towards them, is hypercritical, micromanaging, doesn’t seem to see them or respect them. The child feels one way, but is told another or that they are overreacting, being dramatic, making mountains out of molehills, or dismissed, etc.; thus undermining the child’s self-trust and reliance upon their own feelings and perceptions to make accurate conclusions.

As a result, the child is apt to constantly need reassurance and seek outside validation rather than feel self-reliant and trust themself to be able to discern things accurately and appropriately.

Since narcissists unconsciously project their own self hatred and dislike of self onto others, the names they call their children typically are descriptors of themselves or some form of their own self-shame or doubt. If a parent says a child is selfish look and see if the parent is acting that way. If the parent says the child is stupid look and see if the parent is acting unaware of important dynamics.

When narcissistic parents use their children as an extension of themselves, they often push their kids to do the things they never did to finish unresolved dynamics from their own backgrounds. i.e. forcing a child to play football because the parent want to live through them and have their child reflect strength and athleticism and popularity. Forcing K
kids to act in their own mirror images rather than see their child as separate and unique individuals is another common pitfall.

Validating a child’s feelings is vital to help them grow to trust their own perceptions. It’s also important to help distinguish somebody else’s problems from a child’s behaviors.
As children, we must be seen for our own uniqueness and our own strengths and limitations; not be ridiculed for our limitations and molded into a mini version of our parent.

In therapy, the adult children has to express their confusion about how they felt in their families versus what they were told by the unhealthy family members. It takes outside validation, much love and compassion, an explanation for adult children to eventually recognize they were the victims of parents who were also suffering from their upbringing, and suffering that makes them project all kinds of things onto them. I’m not talking about physical abuse and more violent narcissism and sociopathic narcissism. I’m talking about even subtle abuse emotional, constant negative commentary, ignoring, eye/rolling, dismissive body language, disrespect, disregard mixed in with warm fuzzies, a
Conditional love, threats to withdraw love if a child doesn’t do what is asked or commanded… all part of the felt verbal and emotional abuse even when the parent is unaware.

Because the parent is unaware, when they later are confronted by adult children or teenagers about how they were feeling hurt by that parent, that parent often acts as if they were the one mortally wounded. Often the parent acts angry, surprised, betrayed, retaliates, or deeply hurt.

Sometimes parents give their children the silent treatment when a child tells their parent how they’ve been hurt by them. This just compounds the child’s ( teen or adult child’s) guilt and confusion.

Good therapy, in my opinion, combines validation, education, explanation, empathy, and teaching how to cope and separate what that parent did and said to the child from the real truth of who the child ( who became adult or teen pending on what age they are entering therapy) really is and who they were born to be.

The growth to health for the children of Narcissitic parents is to find honest, real, compassionate and loving people who can support, guide, teach and demonstrate unconditional love with guidelines for appropriate behavior in the world. Empathy is vital. Depth of emotions and discussion about feelings is vital. Healing comes in the relational and attachment realms. 

Because the narcissistic parent is so confident and sure of themselves, they’re very intimidating to confront even by the spouse. When children see their other parent staying with the narcissistic parent and not challenging them, it certainly makes challenging that parent even more difficult. The ones that are brave enough to challenge, should not be punished, but instead revered for sharing their feelings and being brave. They have to learn to say things in a healthy way and be given a safe place to share with a professional who can validate them away from the Narcissitic parent(s) and protect them from further ridicule, minimization or dismissal.

Breaking the cycle of abandonment

‘BREAKING THE CYCLE OF ABANDONMENT

You can feel abandoned, yes.

You can feel lonely, far from love and life and warmth.

Others can trigger powerful feelings in you, yes.

But strip away the word, the concept, the story,

and return to the actuality of the living body.

What does it feel like, this abandonment?

How do you know you’ve been abandoned?

Attend to the sensations surging now in your belly, chest, throat.

Feel the fluttering, pulsating, stinging sensations.

Let them grow in intensity, or dissipate, and move.

Drench them with curious, loving attention.

Give them space; soften around them.

You’ve got to breathe into yourself now, friend,

for nobody is here to breathe into you,

and they cannot do that anyway.

The dream of love has died;

you are waking up to the reality of love.

Love does not come from without. It never did.

It was always within you. It was your power.

It was always your job, you see, to love yourself,

to not beg for love, or seek it externally,

or wait for it, or try to hold onto it,

but to drench yourself with it, moment by precious moment.

Do not abandon yourself when you feel abandoned,

for there is a pain worse than abandonment:

the abandonment of self, the flight from presence.

Blame doesn’t work here.

Focus on ‘the one who abandoned you’, and you are powerless.

Break the cycle of abandonment, then.

Focus on ‘the abandoned one’, this precious child within.

Invite loving attention deep within the belly, heart, head.

Breathe into the ground. Feel your own aliveness.

You have not been abandoned. Life is here.

Love is here. You are here.

And from here, a new life grows.

And as you learn to not abandon yourself,

you will, in time, attract others

who are not abandoning themselves either;

others who will not abandon you.

For now you cannot be abandoned:

You refuse to abandon yourself.

Abandonment is an old word for you now.

Too dramatic for your body.

Nobody can abandon you:

they can only move

to another place,

with their pain.

Abandonment is the story of lost love,

an old story, for love cannot be lost,

only rediscovered deep within.

You are courageous enough to be present now.

You have broken the addiction of a lifetime:

You have discovered the deep joy

of being alone.’

– Jeff Foster

Image: Shanti Penelope

Message 2Men The Great Remembrance

Dear Men..

We miss you.

Deeply.

When women gather together in circles..

we tell stories of how much we long for you. Crave you.

Pray for you to rise and meet us here.

We mourn your missing presence.

In our childhoods.

In the homes we’ve built without you.

In our beds.

We hold hands and beg God to set you free from whatever keeps you from standing at our sides.

Right here.

Here In intimacy.

In integrity.

In wholeness.

In freedom.

The places where you are caught in dishonesty..

shame..

fear..

addiction..

we grieve and rage over.

We see your pain and we see your power.

We miss you.

We love you.

We can’t wait for you to come home

For the men who have..

thank you so much.

Please call your brothers..

start men’s circles..

show them the manuals.

Tell them of what you gave up.

Of your brokenness and acceptance.

Of what it truly means to take up the mantle of protector.

Please.

There aren’t enough fathers..

resources and leaders for men to sit at the feet of.

The women have tried.

We can’t do it.

The restoration must come from within the Masculine.

The Feminine cannot mother grown men into wholeness.

We cannot strap men to our backs and walk.

We tried.

We bow out.

Not gracefully.

But in mournful acceptance nonetheless.

And we will wait for you to burst free from the shackles patriarchy has placed on you.

We pray.

We pray.

We pray.

For the Great Remembrance.

~ Shade Ashani

Joy

JOY

Joy does not arrive with a fanfare,

on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life.

Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee,

watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right.

And you usher joy away,

because you are not ready for it.

Your house is not as it must be,

for such a distinguished guest.

But joy cares nothing for your messy home,

or your bank-balance,

or your waistline, you see.

Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life,

that’s how joy works.

You cannot invite her, you can only be ready when she appears.

And hug her with meaning,

because in this very moment,

joy chose you.

Donna Ashworth

Art by Inge Löök Oy Ab

Mother

“The Body of My Mother

Tell me about your mother’s body. Her hands and her feet, her belly and her breasts. Tell me about her skin and her hair and the color of her eyes. Tell me about her smell—her breath, her underarms, the scent of her when she leaned in close.

In the beginning I do not want to know your grievances with her. Do not tell me, yet, about how she failed you, disappointed you, infuriated you, frightened you. Do not tell me about your relationship with her, much as I know you want to. No, let us leave all that, for now. Tell me about your mother’s body.

If she were an animal, and she was, I tell you this, she was, how would you describe her? Tell me about her fur and her funk, her fangs and her feathers. Did she fly? Did she burrow? Did she slither upon the ground or slink through the shadows of the forest at dusk or step into the meadow at noon her head held high?

You have reached out your hand to lay it upon hers and already I know that you have begun to cry.

Her hands were dry, her nails were always polished, her nails were chipped, her nails were long, her nails were bitten down until they bled. Her fingers were long, thin, swollen, tapered, stubby, and bent with arthritis. At the end of her life was her skin mottled with brown spots? Maybe you touched her hand after she died and felt it turn hard and cold. Maybe she is still alive, but it is a long time since you imagined touching her. Maybe you look at your own hands and always see hers.

Your mother’s body was your first home in this life. Deep within the darkness of her womb you came into the knowing of who you might be this time listening to her heart beat, smelling her blood from within, feeling her muscles contract around your body. Her body creating your body.

My mother was a tiger, her languorous haunches moving stealthily through the jungle. My mother was a seal, her body undulating in the waves. My mother was an imperious crow, muttering curses under her breath. My mother was a spider, a snake, a vole, a hawk. My mother was an animal.

She was magnificent, more than an ordinary beauty. Dark hair, green eyes, the face of a movie star. Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra, Cleopatra as Isis herself. Isis as the bird, the sow, the cow, and the scorpion. Her bosom was voluptuous and her belly soft. Her legs were long and her arches high. Hers was not a toned athleticism but the lazy muscularity of a cat.

I would never be as head-turning gorgeous as my mother. I knew that early on. But there it is I want to tell you not just about her but about us, and all the fraught love of mothers and daughters—the whole catastrophe of resentments, longing, betrayals, and devotion.

But I need to tell you about the body of my mother—and I need to hear about the body of your mother and together we must remember what was done to the bodies of all of our mothers. All of our mothers.

For a long time now their bodies, our bodies, have been under attack.”

~ Perdita Finn (an excerpt from her newest book under construction.)

https://wayoftherose.org/

Art: Kat Shaw

Kat Shaw Artist

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Knowing Enough ; Savoring Fullness

I personally woke to this ideology in my practice of SGI Buddhism , of whom many belong including Tina Turner

Her Album Beyond pays homage to SGI Buddhism !

Richard Gere is Buddhist , and has married the love of his life and fathered children !!!

These are gifts that are the abundance of having and knowing enough .

Of course awareness of lack also kicks in and it’s become a good thing ; a tool in my journey . There has been interference and that is being addressed karmically. It’s not my call 📞

Blessings & Peace

Dona Luna

The upgraded “abundance” and “wealth” codes for the next phase of planet earth will be the Inner Tantric Yogas.

How little can you consume…

How deeply can you savor….

How fully can you receive…..

How completely can you allow satiation,

Without chasing your hunger for more

When one single drop

Is an ocean of fulfillment

When the simple is the sanctuary

And

Limitation is the refuge

The joy of remembering how to experience

Fullness

The liberation of letting it be

Enough

Deeply, truly enough

Drinking it in all the way down to your bones

Enough

Letting yourself really have it

Enough

Satiation is not about consumption

Have we learned that yet?

It’s about how deeply you can receive what is given

The hungry ghost is surrounded by food yet never even makes it to the table.

The Royal is the savoring the single spoon.

And stretching their heart wide to feast on the effulgence of every tiny morsel.

Did you know subtlety is the gateway to infinity?

Want less.

Receive more.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you.

– Maya Luna