Dark Mother

Mother Love It is not with mine eyes that I turn from your dark embrace for I have seen those arms enfolding me as I slumber. It was your womb that held me as I healed and grew, your lips that spoke my name when others turned away.
It was your gentle fingers that moved me from madness and your tender touch that ever so gently nudged me from your breast.

See also:
Embracing the Dark
Dark Mirror

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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 12/19/2005 - 2:01pm.

Tiana (not verified) | Mon, 07/31/2006 - 6:23pm

Here's a response in poem, since your poetry has inspired mine!

Mother Divine

And with what shall thee crown thy hair –
With firelight a-glimmering?
Night sings its way into this air,
And thou art shimmering.

Thy cheeks colored with roses’ dew,
Thy breath soft-scented by pine,
Safe the snuggling beneath thy breasts;
“Mother,” I cry. Can I give myself over to The Divine?

And what shall be thy promises?
Will thou feed me; will I neither want nor care?
Will I be as a babe that from thy kindness lives,
Or as a crystal for thy hair?

And what shalt thee croon, when the air grows dark,
To comfort this babe, whom thou hast marked?
Or will I be left, to struggle with breath,
Once thou hast flown, apart?

The numinous, the luminous, the glimmering
Touches me here.
In storm, in shriek, in shimmering, Mother
Deity does appear.

-Tiana Diaz (a pagan who looked for Reclaiming Collectives in her area
and found your website)

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  • Anonymous (not verified)

    This reminded me of something I wrote a few months ago: http://eoma-p.livejournal.com/36134.html

    6 weeks 2 days ago
  • d.bella (not verified)

    Could be the start of a fun adventure - whatever words you find that fit you best, may you be blessed for it!

    7 weeks 6 days ago
  • Claire-Marie Le Normond (not verified)

    Wish I could be there. Very well spoken.

    30 weeks 10 hours ago
  • David Salisbury (not verified)

    Katrina,
    I wish you all the blessings and power you need on your journey. Thank you for these words. It is good to remember that returning to work (and thus returning to grace) bring a chance for us all to rest and have joy.
    Wishing you joy in the Work.

    David

    32 weeks 1 day ago
  • Sigre (not verified)

    Dear Katrina- Thorn reposted your blog and happy am I. Your passion, always so immense, comes blowing out in these words. So akin to my own heart and soul that it makes me have a bittersweet smile.

    The Storm is only now coming to the edges of our universe and yet it will sweep and consume all that is. In the end, our beautiful universe will be so much...more? Different? Complete? Who knows?

    All I do know is my soul came here to witness and be part in this period. I cannot shrink from the work. I am here with you, fae sister!

    32 weeks 3 days ago
  • Macha NightMare (not verified)

    Thought-provoking piece, Katrina. Thanks.

    I don't know what to call myself either. In Pagandom, I've taken to referring to myself as a Witch at Large. In the interfaith world where I'm active, I call myself a Pagan. Sometimes I call myself an uppity woman or a Second Wave Feminist. I've never really thought to publicly identify myself by my sexuality, het woman, which is very "white bread" and old-fashioned. Not only het, but serially monogamous for the most part. It seems almost a liability these days to say you're het, but I am proudly and happily so. I tend towards intellectualism but only have a BA, which doesn't carry much weight, at least in public and professional worlds, no matter how much you've studied, trained, and can articulate, even teach.

    My biological heritage is Irish, Dutch, French Huguenot, Euro-mongrel. My social heritage is Roman Catholic on one side and conservative Methodist, temperance-crusading, women's rights and education on the other, with distinct East Coast sensibilities, now mellowed by more than half a century living on the Left Coast. My maternal political heritage is conservative Republican (altho what my relatives might think of current trends in the GOP I cannot imagine, since they did have brains and they did think and they did have a social conscience), yet I am much farther left in my outlook than any elected official I know. My paternal political heritage is blue collar Democratic, except that my dad broke with his family on politics and allied with my mother's family's conservatism.

    I'm a former hippie, a home-birth advocate, a home death and green burial advocate, an opponent of capital punishment and resorting to warfare to resolve humankind's differences. I support the right to conscious self-deliverance. I rejoice in any and all consensual expressions of love and eros. I'm a lover and a mom.

    I have never missed voting in an election and I disrespect those who don't avail themselves of this hard-won right. (I have ancestors who fought the Brits in the American Revolution.) I support workers' rights. I recognize our interdependence on this planet, so could be called a greenie. I'm a committed environmentalist in my day-to-day life (in terms of eating locally grown food, expanding public transit, recycling, preserving open space and wildlife, opposing exploitation of natural resources [strip mining, oil-drilling, nuclear facilities, agribusiness, monocultures, clear-cutting timber, overuse of pesticides, genetic modification, etc.]) I want to make the city streets "safe for dancing," as my old friend Tony Serra said when he ran for mayor of SF on the Platypus Party ticket.

    Well, you got me going there, my friend. Thought-provoking read, as I said. ;-)

    xo,
    Macha

    49 weeks 19 hours ago