I am in the beautiful, abundantly rich & fertile Willamette Valley, awaiting the birth of our first grandchild.
It has been a long wait, considering I came in ahead of time, and the due date has passed by two weeks…that date has been re-set.
There have been many ponderings, and it’s not over yet!
The continual hand-offs to my daughter, as mother, unto her own intuitive directing, embracing all points of empowerment, have been sometimes difficult, yet moment to moment profound.
As she births into motherhood, and I re-live my own, I find myself birthing too. into a deeper, richer embodiment of self and purposeful existence.
This letting go opens me to reaching into the Unknown for my own next level.
It’s either that or die.
I’d rather be purposefully busy in the meantime:)
How about you?
Frequently I find myself bowing to those on the road before me who have laid open the Way; holding lanterns that swing silently along the Path, their gained wisdom illuminating my own next step, a whisper away, if but that I am listening.
Today it is Helena Roerich, mother of Agni Yoga, whose writings from the ‘30s roadmap the way for woman of the home – to woman of the world.
What does that mean? How can that happen?
From the shock and awe of childbirth, to raising children, to soulful development, to flying the nest, you will find woman of the home.
Then what?
Many a woman considers herself role-less, purpose-less; grieves her loss, and gives up her life force to a vague mis-perceived idea that bearing children is the end of the road. Not as true now as in the 50s and 60s, it’s still out there.
I would call that grieving a loss of self by calling it done at that point.
To graduate from woman of the home to woman of the world is not a certificate granted, nor a nobility born into…it is wisdom gained from a lifetime full of experience, higher awareness…it is continuing to choose the gift of life living if but that She is paying attention, and discovering where that wealth of beingness can be of service. This is Woman of the World.
