The Herricane Speaks

I am the voice of the mother... Crying in waves.  Whispering in winds.  Winds and waves and words.  They spin.  They scream.  They shhhh.  I am no accident...

I am the mirror of the wild, earthly mother...  Coming home to remind you of where you came from.  Finger firmly pointed.  To echo back to you your roots and reflect your lessons...  Begging you to see yourself...

Wake up, my child...  

I know you are tired and the light hurts your eyes...  But it's time to wake up.

You hear me?

I am the thorn in the mother's side...  Thrust in to warn.  A plastic chokehold.  A grenade of greed.   To take her breath away and blow her down.  Maybe now her children will understand her pain...

I am the tantrum of the single mother...  Existing in a watery swirl of overwhelm and survival.  Tired of carrying the lifeforce all alone.  Finally sacrificing in order to receive.  Letting go of her mighty  grip...  Falling to her trembling knees in pleading prayers...  And fierce faith.  

Deep breath in...

I am the grounded teacher mother ...  The one that means what she says.  The one the studentchild does not fully appreciate until the years pass and the impossible lessons are learned all alone.  Without counsel.  After they have begged for the answer...  After they understood why they could not have recess until their work was done...  Because easy never taught us nothing...

I am the raging mother...  With a knowing eye...  Offering crazed revenge on the cause of the pain my children now know...  Churning everything in my path.  Unpredictable.  Turning it all upside down until I find my senses... or the guilty party...  Because destruction pries the eyes open like no other...

I am the medicine mother.  Feathers tangled in my unbrushed hair... Dragging you into the force of loss that leads to service and sisterhood...  Ripping you up from the depleted soil that kept you stuck...  You do not belong in a garden of ignorance and fear.  Come back to my bosom, child...  Take my breath...  Go ahead...  I was built for this...

I am the prayers  of ALL of the mothers...  A harmonized scream for balance.  For peace.  For remembering.  For the LIGHT.  For shelter.  For nourishment.  For family.  For harm and hate to end.  

Are you awake, yet my child???  Because we must hurry...

I am the warrior mother...  With wild for armor, and muscles made of the moon...  Speaking in winds and waves.  Damming the destructive waters until the rigid stone surrenders into the necessary flow of TRUTH.  Powerful enough to move the heavy earth apart and douse the fires of the warming planet...  

Hurry, sweetie...  We haven't much time...

I am the drunken mother...  Slurring uncomfortable truths that hurt your feelings and make you lower your eyes...  It'll never happen again...  I'm sorry, children...   There, there...  Go watch some TV ...  Mama's got a headache...  

But don't go back to sleep.

I am the eye of the mother... The silent center that sees the past and knows the future, and allows the stillness,  and is able to witness only what is real.  Offering a moment to regroup and rise up to the end of the necessary storm...  Remembering the sun is promised to follow...  The light always a salve to the dark, and the opportunity to be NEW.

Good morning, my child...

I am the dancing mother...  Spinning between the moon and the waves in a sparkling dress of sand and seeds and splinters... Holding you close in my protection and prayers.  The lyrics of love and life move us freely into song and laughter and hope...  And we forget where we are...  Holding you up.  From my womb to my heart.  Deep in my arms.  Holding on for dear life.  Keeping you safe.  Knowing you are in danger...

You hear me?