At this moment,
What I wish to convey is there is no place I'd rather be than here,
Holding space with you.
If you have not already done so,
Take a moment.
Get supremely comfortable.
If you like,
You may sit tall,
Recline,
Or lay down if you so desire.
Before we depart on this voyage,
Without wishing what could or should have been,
I ask that you trust my heart and intentions.
Close your eyes.
Lay your right hand upon your heart,
Your fourth chakra,
The center of compassion,
Empathy,
Love,
And forgiveness.
Lay your left hand slightly below your navel,
The third chakra,
Your solar plexus,
The seat of joy,
Self-confidence,
The place of knowing you are becoming in harmony with all living beings.
Take this time to set your intention,
Your sankalpa,
A desire resonating from your heart,
Which you wish to manifest for this meditation.
During this celebration,
Allow me to restate this sacred affirmation.
We are all safe in mother's arms.
A mother's love is selfless.
Her dreams,
Ambitions,
Her abundance,
And talents put on hold so that she could hold us a little while longer.
If during this voyage,
Emotions arise which catch you by surprise,
Remember this universal truth.
No matter how old we get,
We are still our mother's baby.
My dear friends,
These moments are not coincidental.
Life is a great and wondrous mystery,
And the only thing we know for sure is what is right now.
Let us not miss it.
You are not accidental.
The world needs you.
We need you.
Without you,
Something will be missing in existence,
And nobody can replace it.
Notice right now any and all feelings of self-doubt and conditional worthiness.
No matter the tribe or where you may reside,
Social status means very little.
A mother's love or lack thereof is without question the most significant part of the equation for love of self,
For love of another.
Although grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday mornings,
Grandma's hands took time to soothe local unwed mothers.
Yet grandma's hands weren't always kind to mother.
Dear Mama,
I wish I could wrap my arms around you and tell you how much I love you,
But I can't right now.
I'm doing my best to convey to the world how proud I am to be your child.
It's a shame when feelings of shame cause another to feel ugly.
Ugly is such an ugly word.
It's meaning demeaning and mean-spirited,
Designed intentionally to break the spirit.
As you walk in nature,
Stop and embrace her.
Lift your face towards the sun.
Inhale all the love and affection you rightfully deserve.
Exhale any and all lingering feelings of unworthiness.
After much reflection,
Mothers worldwide collectively observe their own reflection.
It was then they realized just like you how beautiful you are.
You dear one were enough all along.
You have long been forgiven for any missteps.
We have all tripped over ourselves at one time or another.
As I rested in stillness during a moment of contemplation,
A voice from your heart confessed to me,
If I love you,
I love you.
If I love myself,
I love you.
If I love you,
I love myself.
If you ever find yourself dancing and crying all in the same song,
It comes from love.
It's me darling,
Your mother.
Close your eyes,
Fall in love,
Stay there.
Stay there.
Namaste.
