Appreciation to the Tribe of Invisible Mothers
A very powerful and important post by Jamie. Being a woman who falls into many of the categories she speaks of, I can relate to the silent place of daily courage and self-nurturing that one learns to foster within, despite not receiving understanding from without for the choices and experiences we live with. On top of this, I’d like to add to the Tribe of Invisible Mothers those of us who have also lost soul children that came in other forms – animal companions. I live daily with heartbreak from that as well without understanding from many – living as though they are still here, beyond just in spirit form. It, too, is a silent pain that while, like with all things we know better and of the bigger picture about, simply doesn’t go away and leaves us in mourning of the child soul, or souls, who truly sparked the Sacred Feminine within like no other. I know many will relate to your post, so thank you Jamie for sharing it.
Yes, Mother’s Day, and a happy one, with best wishes, for traditional mothers everywhere.
There is another tribe of mothers, though …
… probably several … that go unseen and unsung in our culture. It’s this tribe — my tribe — that I’m rippling “seeing and song,” homage and appreciation to today.
My Motherhood tribe is part of a tribe made up of about 20-percent of women (sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit fewer, depending on the country and culture), so no small group of people. Just less visible, or actually invisible.
A Music Party, 1861, Arthur Hughes.
First though, a quickie look at the origins of Mother’s Day.
Turns out, that Mother’s Day in the U.S. was seeded in 1908 when Virginian Anna Marie Jarvis held a memorial service for her own mother, Anna Reeves Jarvis.
In the U.K. tradition of Mothering Sunday, the fourth Sunday of…
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