Tell Me, Grandmother
Grandmother
I want to know…
Did you sit under the cherry tree and learn the ways of everyday feminine holiness at your grandmother’s feet?
Did you have visions of my grandfather before you met him?
Did you give my grandfather his second anointing as he entered your holy of holies?
Did you consider your 40 week pregnancy a 40 week pilgrimage into the holy lands of your soul?
Did your labor consist of wise women, seen and unseen, singing, praying, and blessing your womb’s holy creation into the world?
Did you sing my infant mother heavenly melodies as you administered her own first anointing at your breast?
Did you kneel in your garden and whisper to the wind when you prayed for rain?
Did you stand at the stove and bless my mother’s food to wholeness each day?
Did you sit my mother on your lap and kiss her boo-boos goodbye, infusing them with light energy and the vibrations of love in your soul?
Did you ride the waves of your monthly cycle in an effort to reside in the breadth and depth of your infinite energy?
Did you consider menopause your own descent into the womb’s garden tomb–a glorious invitation to die and rise again a new creature?
I want to know if you ever did these things.
I want to know why you didn’t teach them to me.
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By: Caroline Crockett Brock. Lover. Mother. Writer. Goddess in Embryo.
Lots of beautiful ideas here, but I’m kinda horrified at the thought of menopause as an invitation to die. Many women have decades of life after menopause, and I’ll be entering surgically induced menopause at age 35.
HI Anon. The idea of menopause is that it is an invitation to enter into another phase of life–a glorious phase little understood by society at large. It is not a death. We are invited back into the tomb in order to be born a new creature.