Thank You For Choosing Me As Your Parent. . . . .
For those who think Eve was an afterthought of Adam, give some time to this disclosure as to her purpose for humanity. Perhaps this should be included in our thinking when we discuss the competition and jealousies which plague the genders.
The following came to light with a reading of the journal entries that I had scribed. Why I did not pick it out long before now I can only guess. Mothers in particular have special relationships with children in that they carried them, and they look upon them as extensions of mind and heart. Not all do. but many. This extension was the primary intent.
‘Such had been the intent of the birthing process. That through the mother there would flow the process which would unite man to the each and give to the each a feeling of brotherhood.
It was not intended to be a divisive process and without feeling. The caring, the uniting, the intention of belonging to the greater humanity was what being human was all about.
Parenting in all of its ramifications is not a lark’s song. It is a mean job, not without its joy but work it is. We cannot hope to fulfill all needs but a good beginning is crucial. When we elevate the act of creation of the new human to its highest level possible, heaven will no longer lament that we can only send out what we take in.’
You may not know because of lack of memory when you say ‘thank you to your children for choosing me as your parent because I chose you’ but somehow in the full scheme of things, you know it couldn’t be otherwise.
Three Sons. .
Bone of my bone,
blood of my blood,
born of desire
filtered through my heart.
You stand tall,
you men of proper mean,
with hearts fired
and found not wanting.
You’ve yielded to a sun
that has boiled your blood
and found the moons of your soul,
half frozen.
Vitality sapped,
stone cold,
you rise
resurrected and unafraid.
Bruises, welts and wounds,
seen and unseen,
are kissed
by a benevolent universe
and healed in love.
artwork by
Claudia Hallissey