Mother Responds

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In that same workshop, we were invited to write the Divine Mother’s love letter to ourselves. And Grace entered the room and sat for a while.

I see a long and endless line of you

stretching forward and back from this moment in time.

I see through and inside the you that is now

into the you that was broken and bent on destroying her body

into the you that went numb for ten years or more

back and back and back into you at 5 or 8 years old —

the last time you danced whenever the hell you felt like it

because you knew — you KNEW — that you were holy and complete.

I see forward from this moment into — you'll know soon enough.

I will tell you at least that when I look forward from this moment

I feel my hands tingle with such delight that the only thing I can do

is clap them together. Beloved.

I see your rage.

I see it, I hold it, I honor it.

It burns you and it burns me and in those scars,

there is something new.

You know that the skin renews and renews and renews.

It will seal a wound, even as it wears and thins and shows wrinkles—

you know that the cells are there to renew.

So for fuck's sake -- let it burn a while.