April's Artistic Challenge, Day 26: Patient Mothering

I am guessing--and this is just a guess on my part--that anyone who is involved, long-term, in a creative endeavour, where birthing something out of nothing takes place, has to go through a period of patient mothering.

Time to hold;
no pushing
now
enfolding seeds
in 
warming earth.

waiting...
...
waiting...

carrying
precious cargo;
clouds of glory
trailing
through
our insides

waiting....
....
waiting...

To mother further...
even as we
mother now.


Birthed In The Image & Likeness of The Primal Creator

We all mother possibilities, don't we? We are all mothers in one way or another. I don't say this to demean mothers who have laboured with children. Their gift is inestimable. At the same time, appreciating the inestimable worth of mothering in that sense (after all, where would each of us be without our mother---oh, I know, more successful and less-screwed up in the head!) in no way deprives us of being able to realize just how true it is that we are each ordained to mother possibilities and potentials in one way or another.

We can hold the future in our hands. Truth is, we do hold the future in our hands. The only remaining question is to what extent do we mother that future consciously--with love, care, nurturing, genuine affection, hope, appreciation, and grace--and to what extent do we remain un-conscious (or less than conscious) of the fact that we are mothering our own tomorrows.

How are we carrying the baby of tomorrow? Are we neurotic mother who is anxious, fearful, stricken with feelings of inadequacy--that we can neither care for our 'self' let alone our 'future?'

Perhaps how we have been mothered is how we mother our own possibilities? I have never really thought of that until now. It sure makes sense to me. It makes sense that we learn how to carry and hold and contain and warm those seeds of further potential and possibility in the same way that a mother carries and holds and contains and warms her children.

With warmth the seeds of our potential unfold. We need to be warm-hearted to unlock the frozen potential in ourselves, as well as in others--provided we are given to mother their potential in some way. Germination requires warming. We have to thaw out the capacities we carry within us through love. That patient, consistent, warm heat that is a mother's bosom is symbolic of what each of us is capable of. Imagine a world where we patiently held one another's potential in that way. Imagine a place like Zaadz, where we come and shower one another with this kind of patient, consistent, warmth that nurtures not only our own development as individual people, but our collective development as a species. Imagine what kind of world we would live in if we all mothered one another patiently.