history of mother’s day

Quenby&Jeanne

the 1980’s…

 

Together in comfort, acceptance and love

2007…..

Today is Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day as we know it — where we celebrate our own mothers, with flowers, gifts, and cards — is relatively new, but annual celebrations to celebrate motherhood are an ancient practice.
The motherhood festivities have historically been in spring, the season of fertility. In ancient Egypt, there were celebrations to honor Isis, the loving mother-goddess, who is often shown in Egyptian art with the baby Horus at her breast, much like Mary and Jesus in later Christian iconography. The cult of the great mother-goddess Cybele began in Turkey and soon moved to Greece and Rome, and she was worshipped in some form for more than a thousand years. Her priestesses led wild celebrations, full of drinking, dancing, music, and all kinds of debauchery.
As the Roman Empire and Europe transitioned to Christianity, the Church set aside the fourth Sunday of Lent as a day to honor motherhood. It was a day to celebrate the Virgin Mary, and for people to honor their “mother church.”
In the 1600s, England declared an official Mothering Day for that fourth Sunday of Lent. It was a time when families were encouraged to get together, and servants or workers were allowed one day off work to go see their mothers, since many working-class families in England worked as servants on separate estates and rarely got to see each other. Mothering Day was also declared an exception to the fasting and penance of Lent, so that families could have a feast together.
When the pilgrims came to America, they stopped celebrating Mothering Day, just as they stopped celebrating most holidays that they thought had become too secular.
Mother’s Day was reintroduced to America in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe, who wanted to set aside a day of protest after the Civil War, in which mothers could come together and protest their sons killing other mothers’ sons.
But the woman who really created Mother’s Day as now it was Anna Jarvis. Her mother had held Mother’s Friendship Days to reunite families and neighbors separated during the war, and when she died, her daughter, Anna Jarvis, worked to proclaim an official Mother’s Day to honor her mother and celebrate peace. And so on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother’s Day celebrations took place in Grafton, West Virginia, and at a church in Philadelphia. In 1914, Woodrow Wilson designated the second Sunday of May as Mother’s Day.
But Mother’s Day became commercialized very quickly, especially in the floral industry, and Anna Jarvis was furious. She said, “What will you do to route charlatans, bandits, pirates, racketeers, kidnappers, and other termites that would undermine with their greed one of the finest, noblest, and truest movements and celebrations?” But flower sales and card sales continued to grow, and Anna Jarvis died in poverty and without any children of her own.

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Quenby 1975

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two photos of Quenby born in 1975

 

The light changes from dramatic to subdued

from bold to tints of color

neither looks like the Windsor & Newton watercolor pinks I used

on the watercolor paper

for time has left its footprint

space has come closer

and human perception matured.

My daughter has left her footprints, come closer, and matured.

Now she mothers grand-cats,

dramatic, colorful, with pink tongues, footprints, closer, and maturing.

Quenby in 1975

together

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CarolineMyss

 

My prayer from the final session of Riding the Phoenix Part I…

There’s so much I’ve yet to discover about Who I am and what life is about and what is truly important. Just when I think I figured something out, I discover a whole new piece about me. 

Yesterday I never really thought about my energy field or that my thoughts really do attract companion thoughts. But today, now, I imagine only activity swirling around me like sparks of sacred light. I’m a sparkler that can start endless fires of activity with just a thought, or a word, or a whisper of my energy. I am all that power, and something in me always knew that. 

No wonder I found decision so overwhelming. What fire did I want to start? Where should I direct the sparks of my life? Would I
start big fires or little ones? Fires require air, and all that air comes from the great soul of humanity. We breathe it together.

No secrets have we from each other. So what I figured out is that I require the breath of all beings to animate the sparks I set into motion, and I breathe with all living beings. We are the light, or we engage the darkness. 

I’m beginning to understand the rules. It is not everyone for themselves, but we are all in this together, because we are all of this together. So hover over me Lord. Help me to extend the space of my small and brief life to include the grace of all of us who breathe together. Amen.

With Love,
Caroline

Don Needs the HELP Menu!

Don moves uneasily

jeannepoland's avatarThe Vibrant Channeled Creator

Don Needs the HELP Menu! Don Needs the HELP Menu!

The Gift

Who put your photo in Photo Booth?
Whirled it around like an unwanted tooth?
Offered you up to the i-Phone Boutique,
Dizzy and tizzy and busy mystique.

Whirled it around like an unwanted tooth;
Magic wand twirling: wild and uncouth:
Mid chanting, and spells and musings to sooth!

Offered you up to the i-Phone Boutique,
Where Photo Booth surgically alters your face
“Til you’re not looking part of the male human race!

Dizzy and tizzy and busy mystique:
Waving and frizzled, acidly blown
Exploding like lightening on the i-Phone!

This poem is a trimeric.

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Spell-checker

still a photo of an incredible photographer

jeannepoland's avatarThe Vibrant Channeled Creator

MeredithDeLoca

selfie by Meredith

In my phone
lives Joan
spell-checker clone.

on loan
from Apple’s throne.

flown in
on punctuation

condones no errors
intones unknown
funny-bone texts

overblown
overthrown
corrections

combat zone
rosetta stone
spell-checker Joan.

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Infection

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The Jesus Infection
by Maxine Kumin

Jesus is with me
on the Blue Grass Parkway going eastbound.
He is with me
on the old Harrodsburg Road coming home.
I am listening
to country gospel music
in the borrowed Subaru.
The gas pedal
and the words
leap to the music.
O throw out the lifeline!
Someone is drifting away.
Flags fly up in my mind
without my knowing
where they’ve been lying furled
and I am happy
living in the sunlight
where Jesus is near.
A man is driving his polled Herefords
across the gleanings of a cornfield
while I am bound for the kingdom of the free.
At the little trestle bridge that has no railing
I see that I won’t have to cross Jordan alone.
Signposts every mile exhort me
to Get Right With God
and I move over.
There’s a neon message blazing
at the crossroad
catty-corner to the Burger Queen:
Ye Come With Me.
It is well with my soul, Jesus?
It sounds so easy
to be happy after the sunrise,
to be washed in the crimson flood.
Now I am tailgating
and I read a bumper sticker
on a Ford truck full of Poland Chinas.
It says: Honk If You Know Jesus
and I do it.
My sound blats out for miles
behind the pigsqueal
and it’s catching in the front end,
in the axle,
in the universal joint,
this rich contagion.
We are going down the valley on a hairpin turn,
the swine and me, we’re breakneck in
we’re leaning on
the everlasting arms.
 
“The Jesus Infection” by Maxine Kumin from Selected Poems: 1960-1990. W. W. Norton © 1997.

a fighting spirit

Jeannefightingspirit

the dream catcher takes your dreams and wages battle

 

give me space

lots of space

so I can do my pace

don’t fence me in…

 

virus 19

my mask guards lungs

my social distances

pass you by

 

water, soap, compliance,

make a trinity

a fight to beat pandemic

life – infinity!

nature’s mask

Nicole Wade Illustrations

Nicole Wade: Illustrations

 

Nature’s Masks 

 

what makes the smile on fox’s face?

what keeps a squirrel in the race?

 

woodpecker rapping on the tree?

butterfly flutt’ring for you and me?

 

oak leaves that rustle in the wind?

mushrooms- thick and thin skinned?

 

One sole thing makes all masks sing:

Nature’s delight in the Spring!

 

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destiny vs fate

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If there was ever a time to talk about fate and destiny it’s now. Transformation always goes with choice. And choice puts a person at a crossroads between their fate and destiny which are two profound mystical elements in life. Fate is when you relinquish your power of choice to the circumstances around you. When you give up. Destiny is when in that moment you write the end of your story. Destiny always leads you to a path you did not anticipate. It always leads you into the world your soul takes charge of.

Caroline Myss

Caroline Myss

https://www.myss.com/fate-destiny-video/

 

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