motherhood

The Courage to Heal

I have both a mother and a daughter within me. For I am both a mother and a daughter. And what I recognize, as issues come up in my life, is the old schema: The wise crone. The rebellious youth. These beings have been at odds in my soul, and yet they are one. Unifying these parts is the key to my success in this life. And I am only […]

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What Does It Mean to Be Strong?

I met a psychic once who held my hand and said, “You’re enormously strong. You shouldn’t have been suffering with depression.” I don’t think she ever knew the strength it can take for a depressed person, whose body feels like it’s weighed down by boulders, to stand up and get a shower and make breakfast and drive a car. I am not depressed anymore, and I hope I never am […]

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Living the Questions

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to […]

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Casting Stones

The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus […]

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First Day Sermon: The Female Warrior Saint

You were born one part saint one part warrior woman. Loving yourself  without shame is the most important thing you will ever have to fight for. –Titilope Sonuga, “Becoming”   “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn a woman against her father A daughter against her mother A […]

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Mother, Father, and Child

I always knew a mother’s love. My mother was never perfect, because no one is. There have been plenty of times as an adult that I’ve looked back on my childhood ticking my fingers, thinking about what could have been done better, or handled differently. But on this point there was never a doubt: my mother has, and continues to, love me fiercely, wildly, with a passion I can’t explain. […]

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