Here’s
a reflection on motherhood from Jan L. Richardson’s Painted Prayerbook website.
Blessing the Mothers
Who
are our
first
sanctuary.
Who
fashion
a
space of blessing
with
their own being:
with
the belly
the
bone and
the
blood
or,
if
not with these,
then
with the
durable
heart
that
offers itself
to
break
and
grow wide,
to
gather itself
around
another
as
refuge,
as
home.
Who
lean into
the
wonder and terror
of
loving what
they
can hold
but
cannot contain.
Who
remain
in
some part of themselves
always
awake,
a
corner of consciousness
keeping
perpetual vigil.
Who
know
that
the story
is
what endures
is
what binds us
is
what runs deeper
even
than blood
and
so they spin them
in
celebration
of
what abides
and
benediction
on
what remains:
a
simple gladness
that
latches onto us
and
graces us
on
our way.
~
written by Jan L. Richardson, and posted on The Painted Prayerbook. http://paintedprayerbook.com/
