Image by mharrsch via Flickr
As the last hours of 2010 ticked away, I knew that we humans were going to have our feet held to the fire. The time we'd been awaiting for so long wasn't "out there" any more, and as we entered the new year we'd better have our feet planted firmly on
Gaia. It's time for us to put to practical, physical use to all the things we've been getting on our journeys to "out there."
One of the important lessons for me as 2011 began was to be honest about my own attachments. What could I possibly have left to purge and release? For the last decade it seems like all I have done is purge and release. I walked away from a job I'd had for 20 years to start a new career that was more fulfilling and resonated with me and my purpose. I released my home (such an important thing for a Cancer). I joyfully waved good-bye as my youngest child flew the nest, looking forward to the next (
Crone) stage of my life. I even welcomed the changes in the course of my new career as they came. So again, I ask, what is there left that I am attached to??? Of course, I know better than to ask the question unless I want almost instant answers-and I rarely enjoy the answers!
Immediately after the first of 2011, my first husband's 93 year old mother was admitted to the hospital. Since my first husband made his transition 11 years ago this month, our three children have been diligent in their care for her, even as she continued to live independently. I can see now how carefully orchestrated this whole scenario was set up to begin the answers to my question-what are my attachments-now. I could tell that first morning when I went to the hospital that my oldest son (21 years old when his father passed) was having difficulty with the situation. His mind was going where he didn't want it to go, and he had no control of it. When he finally broke down and began to cry, I stepped right into my self-made trap! Just as I did 11 years ago, I tried to take away his fear and pain. It took me awhile back then to realize that it's not my job to take my children's pain from them. This time, although it still caused me great pain, it only took minutes for me to see what I was doing. I may be well into my Crone years, but the
Mother Goddess is still a driving force for me!
Yesterday morning before I got to work both of my daughers called me-one with a possible serious health matter, the other having relationship problems. You guessed it! The Mother in me wanted to come out with the big guns to "fix" my girls' problems. The fact I could do nothing to fix things for either of them left me feeling punched out, deflated. What was I to do? What could I do?
(I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.) I heard a soft voice in my head, whispering, comforting me.
(I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.) Reminding me that my children-all of my children-are grown now. They don't necessarily need me to fix their problems-never did. But there are things that I can do still.
(I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.)
Self-discovery, self-realization, is one of the most challenging and rewarding paths for me. I learned through this. I learned that I am still and always will be a mother. The Mother Goddess will always be a part of me and will continue to give direction when I need it. She showed me while the children's grandmother was in the hospital that the most helpful and nurturing thing I could do was to cook meals and let them come here to eat them in a loving atmosphere. She helped me share with my oldest daughter the health challenges I've faced-and how I faced them-so she has the information she needs to care for herself. And She tells me not to worry about my younger daughter. Yes, she's 1,000 miles away and I have no way to communicate with her. But this is temporary and she's perfectly equipped to figure her relationship challenges out on her own.
(I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.)And what is my responsibility now? It's the attachment I have not to my children, but to my urgent desire for them to know joy all of the time. My responsibility is what I'm feeling about all of these scenarios-not fixing them.
This has been a challenging and rewarding time in my life. I'm seeing that I do still have some rather strong attachments, and I'm also working on detaching with love. Allowing my children to walk their paths, knowing that they have their own lessons to learn and staying out of the way to let them do so. Maybe-just maybe-I will eventually be able to say I have moved into the Wise Woman stage of my life.
Namaste!