The erotic poetics in the Ordinary of our mama lives!

How often you feel this ecstacy and bliss in your motherhood daily life? The sheer eroticisism and aliveness of LIFE ?

It IS possible to uncover this current of infinite bliss the mystics such as Sufi poet Rumi, or St Teresa of Avila talked about.

~The EROTICA of Motherhood , the WILD woman in you, untied like Clarissa Pinkola Estes refers to CAN be SO here.

the grinding of motherhood is our portal to this bliss!

I am NOT the mama-mum, although I am extremely nurturing and caring and a natural in so many ways, motherhood has been challenging for me.

Originating from a lineage of women who self- abandoned themselves, who sacrificed EVERYTHING for their children it is a DOORWAY of wound i had to deeply enter.

The bliss is NOT a state to chase, NOR "aim for". Our mind must empty enough, we must slow down enough to feel able to FEEEEL our own aliveness, to taster our own nectar of being. To feel our shadows and grief. Bliss might even arrive on days we don't even take notice!

We are holding little ones, big ones and often as mothers we feel STARVED of affection, touch and connection .

I personally found my deep surrendered beauty of presence in my kids. AND i also ensure i spend time with myself, with my own body, touching and sensually feeling the aliveness in me.

Below i offer some thoughts to support your journey ,based on my direct experience and spiritual journey for the past 18 years.

Leaning hand 1:

Remove the mental load( its noise that gets in the way!) : You must attune or begin to entertain the idea of slowing down. ( Yes those dishes CAN wait! YES your house can wait to not be hoovered for a week ,if your energy needs replenishing!

when your child comes for a hug and you feel suffocated - its your OWN mind suffocating you NOT your child. its that relentless LIST.

Ask yourself : What is my body feeling right now ? close your eyes, place your hand on your heart " oh how tired i am" . Listen and attune and love you for doing so. it takes courage!

This will allow you to step fully into the here and now and see with your NEW eyes.

Leaning in hand 2:

Reframe! your body is NOT only a vessel for giving and sacrifice it is also a vessel for sensation!

If you are with your child and you brush their hair, allow your fingertips to touch their skull and feel each.and.every.hair of their body kissing your body. LET the gravity of this love permeate your whole being. The more you do this the more you are tuning and sharpening your focus on your primordial sensations, moving away of stories of victim consciousness.

Find your true nature

if you have been a meditator for years or have cultivated deep stillness , you can ENTER this state at any time- well , that is my conviction and belief but im aware it could take longer than a simple step.

These are the moments where our capacity to say YES to our inner resistance has overweighted the capacity to drive this body vehicle, being unconsious.

The erotic can often be confused with passion or excitement- it is a current i find that has a streamlined and it gets very subtle!

We can even call it radical presence, but the fragrance of how it will unfold or emerge in your moement is NOT any ofyour doing...but rather a biproduct of your total undoing.

im aware im speaking abstract here, but as we move deeper into the stages of self realisation awareness becomes more fine tuned, more refined.

what ever action you do with your child or not with your child,

Leaning hand in 3:

Tune into Flow: Recognize this sensation as an anchor of undivided aliveness. It's not just your child; or washing the dishes, it's an energy transfer that is fully available to you for refueling...

it is these moments I call "crack into the liminality" of our daily lives, where poetry pours in for me, from the empty cup of aliveness of being, the totality of Being.

I spend sometime giving myself fully into the tickling experience with my daughter a few days back, it was ECSTATIC and highly alive, my poem was birthed below

TICKLING

Life wrecks me open

In this ordinary moment,

with brutal beauty .

The ecstasy of her laughter

these small bones beneath my fingertips

suddenly

a ladder

between worlds.

I am touching

what cannot be touched:

the place where her body

sheds it’s boundary

and becomes pure

undefended joy,

a xylophone of celestial music

beneath her flesh,

They named it tickling

But it has become

a chorus of angels

singing in my chest.

In between the notes of our shared laughter

worlds collapse

but Grace whispers ,

through debris,

“ This is how I tickle you,

those punches are my fingertips wrestling the

Joy from your ribs “

And right there,

In the gasp between our breaths ,

Everything blurrs

save the face of God,

and I become both

the one who tickles

and the one convulsing

the giver of delight

and the delight itself.

Who said the ineffable

doesn’t wear skin ?

who claimed the eternal can’t fit

inside the smallness of a two year old lungs ?

I tickle her ribs

and feel the whole mystery

laughing back

We are the same joke

God keeps telling over and over:

“Look how I hide myself in what can be held”

The holiest thing

I know

is this:

her body's inability

to contain its own aliveness

and mine,

Are one and the

same divine

undoing.

if YOU are a mother, a woman, seeking a deeper spiritual connection with the Great Mother within, with spirit and life and the deeper dimension of your being,

to allow yourself to flow with life with incredible freedom, aliveness then my

Mother Alchemy Circle is for you.

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