Now it is up to me to take the first step myself–
to listen to the child in me.
This Powerful Goddess celebrates her first birthday as mother to herself, recently having lost the woman whose love has been a refuge since giving birth to her. It is a dark and tender time nursing her grief, remembering her mother’s comforting free spirit, so far ahead of her generation in providing a literal haven for women whose life choices defied the simplistic black and white.
She feels bereft in the woods without the familiar guiding hand that had always held hers. The hand that had given her a firm, gentle push through the rough brambles, the muddy patches, through the forks in the road. Now it’s a strain to hear her mother’s voice when she wonders “Where do I go? How do I go on?”
Yet she does.
She ventures forth with small, hesitant steps at first, her spine eventually straightens, finding the strength to keep on. She is her mother’s daughter after all. Her mother’s courage lives within her forever, making sure she continues to keep her sights always true to her own North.
What is a woman’s life after all if not to serve as map and compass for other women to find and understand themselves?
To complete the Alice Miller quote from the top of this page:
…and this meant exposing myself
to all the pain once inflicted on her,
which she had had to bear all alone,
without witnesses, without words,
without hope of ever being understood.
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© Sharon Birke
201 697 1947
Glamour Portraits of the Goddess in Every Wife & Mother