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A life in threes

Category: re-blog

Mother’s Day 2025

Today is Mother’s Day.

So here is a poem by Jess Urlichs, that I had been saving to post today.

Enjoy!

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“I wonder who you were mum,
the you, before I was me.
Before the branches of you shook,
and gave me all the leaves.

Did the giving leave you breathless?
And then did you give some more?
Was there any left for you
In that cup to pour?

And when you gave me life
Did you live for yourself too?
Did you feel like a different person
when you entered a room?

And did you sacrifice a lot
all so you could have me?
I know you, but I wonder,
who you used to be.

Was I your making, and your mirror?
Did you hold me sometimes and cry?
Did the lion within you get stronger?
Or did it run away to die?

Mum I know your life began,
before I came along,
but did the rhythm of my breath
give your life a sweeter song?

And that flame that lives inside you,
did it flicker, or did it grow?
The lighthouse that guided me all these years,
that now lives in my bones.

I wonder these things now mum,
as I hold my babies close.
The way that I now matter to them,
is what matters to me the most.

Did you feel completely grounded?
But with a smile that had changed?
Did it shape all that you do, and more?
Did you too feel rearranged?

And though you were my person,
were you still your person too?
Was it like unstitching parts of us,
to get back some of you?

And lastly mum, as I sway here,
I think I understand
Just what it takes to be the moon,
the stars, and someone’s land.

But sometimes I wish, in a parallel world
I could visit for just one day.
Where you didn’t know me, or who I was,
and you didn’t know my name.

And I’d talk with you about all sorts,
your laughter like the sun,
and I’d recognise that smile
but with plans, so free and young.

And know you, just as I am now,
before your name was Mum.”

— Jess Urlichs


Book: Beautiful Chaos: https://www.jessicaurlichs.com/beautifulchaosbook

Gifts.

Poem

Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil
that hangs among us like thick smoke.

      ~ Annie Finch

Drawing by Babs Webb

Happy

Poem by Susan Cooper

A Happy Solstice to you and yours!

N.Y.E

Time is an artificial construct, anyway…

Holidays.

The holidays aren’t so merry and bright for all of us.

Some of us are struggling.

And if that is you right now, I want you to know that I see you, and I’m with you.

❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

11/11

‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’


‘For the Fallen’ | Robert Laurence Binyon 1914

Month for Loki: Sixteenth

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Hail Loki ❤

Into the woods…

Month for Loki, Day 6: Because this time he did not need to chase you

This.

(https://kernaia.wordpress.com/2017/04/23/the-beginners-guide-to-devotion/)

Back in April 2017, I read the above beautifully written post – titled ‘A Beginner’s Guide to Devotion’ shared on my WordPress feed – written by Alex of Wildwood and Wild Hunt.

It is quite possibly the most profoundly succinct description of the devotional relationship with Deity that I have ever read, so I often find myself going back to it, and re-reading it…especially nowadays.

I am simply re-blogging – so please give Alex all of the praise.

Thank you!

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“i. step, stumble. fall. your falling is sacred, but your rising again is glorious.

ii. step, stumble. fall. rinse, repeat. rinse, repeat. this is the secret they are all telling you, the mystery they are all hiding. one and the same thing, and all it amounts to is your beloved whispering in your ear don’t give up.

iii. tomorrow you will forget to love him. it does not matter. how old is he, how huge? days pass like drawing breath – he will still love you afterwards.

iv. scream, rage, collapse. the shrine dismantled and reassembled and dismantled again, but you are still his, and this is still sacred.

v. he is huge, dazzling, awe-inspiring. you think you saw his face, truly his face, peering from between branches yesterday. what have you got yourself into, what have you done? you think maybe you are crazy, you think maybe you should run.

vi. you are crazy. you do run. he finds you anyway. he burns through your veins like fire, and his finding is the sweetest moment since the last. it will not happen again.

vii. it does happen again. still he finds you, still the moment of finding is glorious. later you break down, you cannot keep doing this, he deserves more than this, the same faith he has shown you.

viii. he does not love you because he wants you to be a version of himself. he loves you for the self you are, and the self you will be.

ix. the next time you run, you find your own way back. he is waiting for you, joy spilling from him because this time he did not need to chase you.

x. love. love until your heart is raw, your voice is hoarse, and your lungs are fighting for breath. you can never love him enough, but you will go to your end trying.”

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Hail Loki ❤