Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - May 11, 2006)
A mothers gifts
The word, mother, is synonymous with nurturer. As mammals, we humans are all
offspring from a mother. What happens to us after the moment of birth depends upon
nurturing. It is those nurturers in our lives that we truly know as mothers.
|Photo by Rick Tremmel
|Mother Tree ... nurturer of
In our modern world of blended families, adoption, and advances in fertilization,
the mother that nurtures the child may be far removed from the mother that gave
birth to that child. A mother may travel thousands of miles to become
mother to a child. Then one of the greatest sacrifices in another
mothers life may be that moment that she realizes although she carries a baby
within her, that baby is not hers to mother. Another mother awaits that birth.
Im a mother who adopted a child. To me this child is no different than my
birth children. She came to be my child through different channels. Thats
It is spring, a perfect time to celebrate mothers. The mourning doves are cuddling
woo. The cardinals were seen together a couple of weeks ago. Now only the father
visits the feeder. The ducklings have hatched down by the river. Their protective
parents anxiously swim circles around the newborn brood.
Although winter took its toll on the vegetation and underbrush, the dry spring has
turned this bounty into soft bedding and food. A fallen tree becomes a mother to
forest beings. A seedling finds sustenance in the rich, rotting wood. A wren steals
a piece of bark for a nest. Moss sets roots into the fertile, nutritious pulp. A
chipmunk seeks shelter within a hollowed out limb.
This tree never dies. This tree is mother to many creatures. She lives on in the
veins and memories of all those beings that sought nurture from her. The same is
with Mother Earth. Upon her we build our homes, our roads, quench our thirst from
her rains and her rivers, feed our children from her banks and her scarred
landscape. Natures bounty is the sustenance we need for survival. Mother
Earth nurtures all that lives upon her. She continues to live within our veins and
becomes a part of our rich memories.
Mothers come in all shapes and forms, but a mothers gifts live on through
Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me
back to nature.
Native American Song
Because I feel that in the heavens above
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of Mother...
Edgar Allen Poe
When a child my mother taught me the legends of our people, taught me of the
sun and sky, the moon and the stars, the clouds and the storms ...
Geronimo, Chiricahua Apache chief
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