Through the mother....

I come from a long line of gifted women
Mothers, sisters, grandmothers, daughters and aunts
Who never recognised their gifts
But instead carried guilt and shame

Their forsaken jewels of light and dark are embedded in my flesh and bones,
Buried deep in the earth of my body, flowing in the water of my blood, floating through the air of each breath and burning brightly in the the fire of my spirit
Thank you for these gifts- thank you for all of it
For speaking through me, through the vessel of my body and through song, dance, magic and art
And teaching me through the language of pain, suffering and loneliness

Mothers, sisters, grandmothers, daughters and aunts
You are valued and your unique gifts enrich each moment
For all that you are, all that you have been and all that you will be
All that you bring into this world and all that you take with you when you leave
For all that you bring to those around you, your family, your children, community and kin
I see you, I hear you, I feel you and I honour you

Through the mother

29th November 2016
Anjali Sengupta
​www.embracingspirit.net

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