Skip to main content

Mi Madre es Tu Madre

When I was in grade school, my Mother gave up her
lunch hour to supervise the playground.
It was primarily so that I would stop coming home with
bloody knees and tears in my eyes.
Seeing her child in a place of hurt, she threw up her claws and did
what she needed to do to protect her young. As any adolescent would be, I was fearful and anxious over this but
something beautiful occurred: everyone, all of my peers ended up calling her "Mom." It wasn't because she showed those claws, but because she was kind to everyone. So thanks for being an awesome role model MOM.

A decade ago I was sitting
in Glide Memorial Church in San Francisco,
listening to Rev. Douglass Fitch share a lesson on how it takes an entire community to raise a child.
It took me to a place of understanding; of how my parents had to juggle to make ends meet, to make the business of our family work and of my Grandmother, Marie Moyer who did her best to see my sister, cousins & I grow while all of our Mom's did what they needed to do to support us. My grandmother didn't have a lot of material possessions or money. Her husband died early on, leaving her to raise five small children solo while most of her family resided in Canada. To this day is one of my SheRo's.

Fast forward to now.  The lesson Rev. Fitch shared still
rings true as I have permanently graduated
from maiden to mother.
And those closest to me know that
I have not only witnessed but fully
experienced community beyond immediate family
that have rallied behind my
daughter Sophia and I, in seeing that we are safe, supported
and loved in all of our trials and our joy.

I am, Sophia and I, are grateful.

So today as a Mom, I'd like to give it up to all the Mothers and Grandmothers I look up to and respect. I hold sacred space for you, my loving, colorful, creative community. And to beyond those who have been the physical, divine vessels of life, I truly, deeply applaud YOU who live in loving encouragement of our young and each other.

Let us move forward, continuing to treat each other with grand respect,
with gentle kindness and loving care so that we an all come together
collectively spoken or unspoken as one love radiating peace,
and more

Blessed Be.
Rev. Mick G


Popular posts from this blog

A Suicide Berceuse.

This is for you the broken hearted.This one is for you who can’t get out of bed and for you who may be finding it so damn hard to return the texts, emails and phone calls from anyone. 
This one is dedicated to those who having a hard time showing up because even thinking about showing up is too much energy. 
This one is for you who can’t seem to move on after the loss of a beloved. It’s for the ones whose days gone by are better than the days you’ve been wading through.This is for all of you who can’t catch a break financially, romantically or dream wise and wonder what it's all for.
The world has an immeasurable void in it. Constant pain inflicted from headlines or bylines is palpable. You’re unsure of your footing on our planet because the ground beneath you is unstable even when the sun shines otherwise. 
This one is for you who have contemplated at least once, perhaps even more than once about pressing the eject button on life. It’s here that you are in good company. It's…

4 Reasons Why Badmouthing Others is BAD For YOU.

I was talking today with a friend about the importance of words.  How you use them, positively, negatively any which way.  Words are like weapons.  Once you put them out there, they are pretty much impossible to take back.  Sure you can say you are sorry but it doesn't wipe the blood and guts off the floor from the initial bullet wound.  Forgiveness is key, but let's be mindful of our words from the get.  Dig?

Here's a repurposed blog to go along with those thoughts.

Everyone gets hurt. No one is perfect. People mess up. Mistakes are made. But the cross you bare when you badmouth someone else's questionable deeds or good fortunes, their life advances or personal tragedies is a very heavy one.

When you engage in loose lip service per say "warning" peers or anyone within earshot about someone or someone's "drama" or perhaps you seem to regurgitate the pain someone has caused you over and over to friends, strangers, clients, family members....wel…

The Sum of all Jitters

Monday, I leave my precious, beautiful and sacred bubble of Jim Thorpe for New York City to embark on my first week of Kundalini Yoga teacher training.  This learning adventure will stretch over the course of the next eight months. It's something that has been pulling at my heart for the last five years in terms of spiritual and physical evolution.

 And naturally with most new personal mega shifts or changes comes a tinge of fear. 
Yes, it's normal.  Don't use my words against me. But the 17 year old who lives somewhere inside of me sits up, batting her eyes so that I take notice.  She thanks me for honoring our future. She is excited for possibility and for helping others, always. But she bites her lip "even though we've come so far regarding our body image, even though we've done so much self love/self esteem work over the years, I'm still scared to wear white pants."

And I feel her..

It's not because I stain every white piece of clothing I o…