In the lead up to Mother’s Day, I find myself drawn not only to the personal figure of my mother - or even to myself as a mother - but to something older than identity. Something ancient.

Wiser. More mysterious. More difficult to name.

Like The Great Mystery itself (God, Source, Universal Life Force) what I’m reaching toward here feels ultimately ineffable. Language, in some ways, diminishes it. Words reduce what was never meant to be contained.

And yet, for the sake of communion, for the sake of trying to touch the untouchable together, I’ll refer to her simply as:

The Mother.

Not a role.
Not a Hallmark category.
Not even necessarily a person.

But a pattern woven through time, culture, psyche and body.

A presence that has been revered, feared, embraced, mystified, sanctified - and at times, forgotten.

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Want to connect in person?

Come to The Breath Experience at Mindful Garden Stanmore, Sun 14 June. Book and find out more here. https://mindfulgardenyoga.com.au/the-breath-experience-with-kate-kendall/

Come on a wild adventure with me to Botswana in August? Check it out here. Time to re-wild. More here: https://nourishtravel.com/botswana-retreat-with-kate-kendall