Sitting at the feet of Mothers

Honour those mothers around you

For she is the source from which all life is contained and emerges

She is the Well, the holder, container, nourisher

And all wells need a source to feed their endless giving

Sit at the feet of mothers

Listen to her tales

Of the winding paths in the heart

Beating with the rhythm of a new life

Residing within

In a state of unshakable magic

Mothers learn a wisdom unlearned

By man and maiden -

It is just so.

Nourish those Mothers around you

With that spring that feeds the well

Of limitless creativity -

The shimmering dance of life

Can you allow yourself to bathe in the waters?

To be vitalised and clear?

If ever there was a time to be witness and be witnessed -

It is now