⚔️ The Warrior Mama’s Prayer: Why Matrescence is a beautiful Path to uncover your deepest truth

The spiritual journey for so many mums isn't a retreat; it's a descent. If you've ever felt that the promise of pristine "enlightenment", that inner peace, feels impossible while you're standing in the chaos of your kitchen and the swirl of your kids, you are not alone. You are a Warrior Mama.

The greatest spiritual work in my direct experience for a mother happens not on a mountain peak but in the soil of her own undoing. This is the embodied burnt and philosophy that birthed the Mother Alchemy Circle and the body of my work The Ancient Mother Spiral.

The Prayer: Your Map and Mission

This poem arrived on a day where my child was expressing something in his deepest soul, through explosive tantrums ;-which are so common for him-. This day was the worst in some long while. I have been BURNT made-unmade, broken and mended in motherhood in so many ways and so deeply, and it is why it has become my mission.

That day, I felt a deepest zen and stillness envelope me ... my heart inquiry shared by a soul sister Lucy Grace, planted it's root deep in my heart "Can i be love here?"

a Warrior Mama's Prayer. Read it, and feel your own hidden map emerge:

***Warrior Mama’s Prayer *****

You speak of enlightenment~

imagined peaks crowned with gold,

samadhi’s pristine arrivals.

But I ?

I chart my path by the flare of old wounds:

landmarks split open,

places where the ancients Ones ,

buried seeds of roses that are now waiting to bloom -

This is the warrior’s mama’s prayer :

to kneel in the soil of my own undoing,

hands clawing through mud and bone,

harvesting what the mothers planted

with their swallowed silences,

their eyes

wide as communion plates.

I wield the Mother’s blade~ a Zen forged in stillness, and surrender ,

The pause , between breath and strike.

The heart’s archery is not a pretty metaphor:

my bowstring is her spine, unbroken.

My arrow;

a tongue that refuses to rot

in the mouth of the unspoken.

I am love, yes—but love carved as hieroglyphs of their endured nights,

love that unveils the codes backwards

Love that drills into shale

to drink from ancestral aquifers.

The mountains in my marrow stand with secrets:

Neurodivergence is no curse, but a covenant of thorns

my child’s wildfire is simply the kindling for the world’s pyres.

He is here to ignite the world’s malaise.

Let the fools try to quench it.

These witch-burdens, these inherited shards:

they cut, yes, but oh,

how they catch the light.

The quest was never in transcendence.

It was in Matrescence.

The fine walk between the edge where comfort crumbles,

letting the tide of my lineage roar through me ,

until my name become a synonym of freedom

Words : Maria Kefalogianni -April 2025.

Author of honey and ash mothers’ Alchemy of Burn and Bloom.

🔥 Your Invitation: Step into the Mother Alchemy Circle

We are currently opening TWO final spaces for mothers ready to:

1. Stop running from the mess and kneel in the soil of your own gold.

2. Forge the Mother's Blade—the boundaries that protect their sovereignty.

3. Let the tide of your lineage roar through you until your name becomes a synonym of freedom.

You are already walking the fine edge "where comfort crumbles." You are already carrying the "witch-burdens" and the "inherited shards." They cut, yes, but can you see how they catch the light too? We have mistaken the true meaning of warriorship. It is not sacrifice, it s not rage , it is weilding the clean slate of pure emotion... in the stillness of our true nature. As my dearest Elder Joanna Macy says

"To be alive in this beautiful, self-organizing universe -- to participate in the dance of life with senses to perceive it, lungs that breathe it, organs that draw nourishment from it -- is a wonder beyond words.” ― Joanna Macy

The Mother Alchemy Circle is the sealed, sacred container designed for this demanding work. We do not just talk about transformation; we embody Matrescence.

The quest was never in transcendence. It was in Matrescence. The Descent. We miss rites of passage for Mothers to FULLY enter the mothering of their SOUL!

Is your name meant to be a synonym of freedom? I am sure it is. It is for us all.

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Always ,

with Love