Mothers, fathers, clasp the children Mothers, fathers, clasp the children, tie them to your breast and beam like flashlights, hold the children praise them with buckets of raspberries, shiny as jelly, give them you. Show them they are green-worthy as grass in rain, lofty as kite-flying by the Bay, sharp as sunrise after an ice-storm.…
And so it is my desire to share my love of God, and my own struggle and faith walk to BE a Christian woman who LOVES the Mother. If anything I share could bring to light something hidden for someone else – or cause someone to consider Christ who lost him long ago amidst the patriarchal reckage of Christianity, or invite someone to consider Mary’s roll in all this – then that is sufficient. What does Mary have to do with the red thread? Click on the red thread tab to hear the story…but for my part I have done the red thread ceremony for about eight years at almost every single workshop. In one of my posts I will share about that – and how it came to be such a central part of my ritual and practice.
the puppy lick lick
the wine sip sip
the stove click click
I said, oh God forgive my slip slip
into the stew bowl
dip dip
for the best steaming bowl of stew
ever a girl knew