HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
Celebrating the Mysteries of The Mother
In my journey thus far, I’ve studied the hand-making of things, the creative molding process as a person
driven and bidden by
the magic spell of making.
But that making is a deeper realm,
held in the archetype of the Mother.
The maker, since immemorial time, of all.
That principle, of making and mystery, is a entity of greatest majesty — and as an ancient legacy —
one of the most profound.
This work, called a significant contribution to the thinking of psychologist Carl Jung, theorizes that the Mother represents an archetype of a mystical character — one which is distinctly feminine,
Divinum est mysterium,
Mother made I.
Making is magic —
it’s a form-changer, and an energy shifter; it’s a portal strider, door opener, a crafter of form — from one to another in the vessel of the transformation of the mater, which is the heart of Mother, the materia. It’s little wonder that witchcraft — and womankind — to the very nature of spell-binding, of healing, of birth, has been seen as a mysteriously overwhelming, fear-inducing and dangerous power.
Scary for many,
wonder-inducing for others.
When I think about the vessel of my Mother, and the journey that I’ve taken with her, it’s been about a strings of similarly aligned M-words.
In my journey, in the feminine balance, it was some years back, in Bali, early in the morning, 1.00am,
that I came in contact with her.
A priestess [shown above]
administering a prayerful offering in a small temple compound. Balinese music moves through the place like a whispering mist — unseen and enveloping.
In the vibrations of the gamelan,
that mysteriously harmonic, xylophone-like instrument, a slow cadence of dancers, whirling in the pre-dawn —
and the gamelan gongs
drones like crickets.
What I saw in the filtering trails of incense, was her — standing over a family, ministrix –a prayerful offering. It is a country, Bali, that is laden with prayer and gratitude. Offerings are everywhere, all the time.
Everything is gratitude.
Offerings | Bali, Indonesia
The Gamelan, at night
What I saw in her,
in addition to a wafting spirit
over her head, I realized in that moment
the special magic of the feminine.
And her offering:
a gentle ministration.
TIM | GIRVIN Spokane
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