Rising in Motherhood

Some phases of motherhood, and of life; the ones that you desperately try to find a way around instead of through, because the weight of hopelessness that comes from sitting in them can be unbearable at times...they can feel like an eternity of deep scarcity. As mothers and as woman, we all sit in the dark alone, yet together...like our own mothers have before us, like our sisters next to us and our daughters in their own time. This ancestral collective of womyn, past, present and future; are holding us, lifting us, feeding us; until we rise up and step into our light once again.