(And the post that brings us to the current moment :)
I’ve been told many times over the years that I should write a memoir. I’ve resisted it because the old model never drew me. I don’t want to just share my challenging journey, I’m more interested in helping now, in an alive way, in flow, as moved.
The relief journey/work gave me a sense of how to do this. So I’ll be sharing “memoir pieces” this way here on my blog, from this point on. Thank you for joining me in this journey. xoxo
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I was reminded of this pic* this weekend when a beautiful Maestra reminded us to talk over our fears, worries, heartache with our tree familia.
As a young child, constantly moved from place to place, I intuitively sought solace connecting with trees.
Drawing up memories of my chaotic childhood, where I often coped by numbing out, can be hard at times. It’s all a blur, but the series of memories I have with trees, are always vivid, like technicolor. I remember their scent, their peace, their comfort.
Mama Tierra, Mother/Creator with me, no matter where I was.
They were vital to me then, and are vital to me now.
We are blessed with such steadfast, wise, graceful, strong abuelxs, comadres, siblings, Spirit in all forms, MamaTierra, Mother/Creator always with us.
My mother named me after a novela (soap opera) star, but my name means “Mother/keeper of the Forest”
That is why I came to Oregon and that is also why I’ve been seriously grieving my fruit trees in Cali. We’re bonded.
My mother knew more than she knew.
Our journey was complex, but the love she gave, her courage, tenacity and warrior spirit all came from that deep place.
Just as it is there in all of us.
Today, Mexican Mother’s Day is the day she always insisted we celebrate.
Feliz Día de Las Madres Mami
Y a todas las Madres
*lovingly taken by mi extremely talented amiga Stephenie Taul
Memoir and Mothers