They are everywhere.
Mothers among us.
In the form of aunts and uncles, and spirit, and siblings, and stories, and happenings, and doctors and healers, and hurts, and here is what I know.
I have been reborn from many nests.
I've had a chair at many tables.
Even when I gripped to my own smallness, I have been held in such fierce love that I began to grow again.
Many have raised me.
The dark is the beginning, the longing is the light.
You are mother.
Bring yourself back to the beginning, back to possibility.
See what is good and worthy in you first.
Give yourself some space for making mistakes.
Tend to your wounds, and try again.
Be brave and apologize, even if you should have known better in the first place.
Bathe your tired body.
Delight in the taste of something new.
Make yourself laugh.
Hold your warm cheeks wholly in your knowing hands,
"I have you."
Christine Price Clark — Mother of three girls, local Vancouver yoga teacher, and proud owner of three b, halfmoon bolsters (which she can often be spotted lying on while her children draw on her tired appendages). She can be found teaching weekly at One Yoga for the People Vancouver, collaborating with some of her favourite people on workshops and retreats, and is proud mentor to many skilled teachers near and far. www.christinepriceclark.com