DAILY So much to be said about mothers; choosing one, having one, being one, not being one, leaving one, her leaving. The umbilical cord of DNA connecting us to a known-stranger, who feeds us by & with transfusions, implantation, information, transformations….so that link by link, bone by bone we birth ourselves into being. The parental axis forges desires to either become who they desire, or… who they don’t, who they know & understand, or someone they’ll never understand…and everything in between.
If you do not think there is something hugely karmic in choosing to live inside someone’s belly for nine months, emerging only to be totally at their mercy…think again. What is karma other than, ”The continuous working of every thought, word, and deed throughout eternity.” Thus what we do and think, and become, actively creates past, present, future. ( And if you really want to think like a Meta-physician, consider that it is all happening at once…boggling). It does serve to teach us to be fully responsible for each thought and action. The soul of the child choosing the parents is an interesting karmic situation. Can’t you see it? Sitting ‘off-site’ saying, “Eeeny meeny miney mo?” Ironic as that lacksidaisical view is, life is not that haphazard, much as it appears to be.
The fateful free-fall of a soul into its karmic lap is as good a reason as any to celebrate Mother’s Day. Let us make it a day of connection, soul to soul dancing, celebrating this life-time together; loving, hating, torturing one another, but always learning.
The fabulous invention of this earthly existence as an enormously haunting and powerful school room, where we agree to come not be saved, au contrair, but where we fight for a connected learning experience. Other planetary existences are not as rich in their opportunities to become conscious and choice-full as the chances we are offered here. Therefore, let us thank our mothers, and yes, fathers, and Self for the implicitly difficult/wonderous/creative choicefulness on everyone’s part to be here, inventing one another through time.
Asana: Happy Baby, don’tcha think? As you lie there, staring at the sky, feet pulled back, rock side to side and consider the Universe in which you find yourself . Let awareness flood the body for all that you are learning, all that you have to be happy about, all that lies ahead, all you have already become. Bow to the mother who agreed to connect her soul to yours. Bow to the soul within.
Health Notes: Contentment and happiness create the healthiest bodies
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