Thank you so much both, a beautiful, thirst quenching listen.
I found myself welcoming in my mother Shirley Mary (Horn) McLean, her mother Ivy Vera (Savage) Horn, my paternal grandmother Catherine (Kate), Douglas (Thomas) McLean. What an unexpected gift.
April, I feel the depth of your poems bedding in like a seed newly planted in soil, thank you. I’m minded of many things....here are some. We are all mothers (seen and unseen), we all birth life, foster life’s circle of continuation in all our many ways.
I birthed my eldest son near unfamiliar people forty five years ago in a town I didn’t know, in a strange county, in land I didn’t know though we still called it England the land where I was born. I remember being in a tiny bubble of loneliness and disconnection.
Brought up in a small village with the closeness of family and friends including the land of hills, stones, lakes, rivers so deeply ingrained in my blood, bones, pores and skin....in my heart and breath. It all felt so far away. Birthing a child is wonderful, traumatic....the pain of pushing into an unknown ending, life never the same! I remember time taken washing nappies, changing nappies, feeding, dragged off tiredness, the yearning to have a loved one close, for my husband to return home every evening.
A few months on and an introduction to another new mum found us going out building a make-shift village/community, meeting other mum’s needing support, organising events so we could take turns to give one another space “to be” even for an hour, such a gift for us all.
And Wendy always gratitude for you in your elder wisdom robes....listening and guiding with love, knowing and compassion...🙏
Dear Shona, thank you for your beauty words and remembering. It's so gorgeous when a conversation resonates and is spoken back, out into this animate listening and hungry Earth/Earth Mother. I hear for you too that absence of village in those early days where there were previously many humans around. Curious, what/who was it that kept you present/not present at that time. No need to respond here, though, of course l am interested;)
Yes, April's new poetry book is surely a life-bringer world-maker for these times in the redemption of mother and mothering connecting with Earth Mother too.
Touched by the way you experience me, even though still a bit of brain fog from the pneumonia! May all this work tend the soul of this world ~ Bless you.
Thank you so much both, a beautiful, thirst quenching listen.
I found myself welcoming in my mother Shirley Mary (Horn) McLean, her mother Ivy Vera (Savage) Horn, my paternal grandmother Catherine (Kate), Douglas (Thomas) McLean. What an unexpected gift.
April, I feel the depth of your poems bedding in like a seed newly planted in soil, thank you. I’m minded of many things....here are some. We are all mothers (seen and unseen), we all birth life, foster life’s circle of continuation in all our many ways.
I birthed my eldest son near unfamiliar people forty five years ago in a town I didn’t know, in a strange county, in land I didn’t know though we still called it England the land where I was born. I remember being in a tiny bubble of loneliness and disconnection.
Brought up in a small village with the closeness of family and friends including the land of hills, stones, lakes, rivers so deeply ingrained in my blood, bones, pores and skin....in my heart and breath. It all felt so far away. Birthing a child is wonderful, traumatic....the pain of pushing into an unknown ending, life never the same! I remember time taken washing nappies, changing nappies, feeding, dragged off tiredness, the yearning to have a loved one close, for my husband to return home every evening.
A few months on and an introduction to another new mum found us going out building a make-shift village/community, meeting other mum’s needing support, organising events so we could take turns to give one another space “to be” even for an hour, such a gift for us all.
And Wendy always gratitude for you in your elder wisdom robes....listening and guiding with love, knowing and compassion...🙏
Dear Shona, thank you for your beauty words and remembering. It's so gorgeous when a conversation resonates and is spoken back, out into this animate listening and hungry Earth/Earth Mother. I hear for you too that absence of village in those early days where there were previously many humans around. Curious, what/who was it that kept you present/not present at that time. No need to respond here, though, of course l am interested;)
Yes, April's new poetry book is surely a life-bringer world-maker for these times in the redemption of mother and mothering connecting with Earth Mother too.
Touched by the way you experience me, even though still a bit of brain fog from the pneumonia! May all this work tend the soul of this world ~ Bless you.