Today we reach the final trait that I want to explore in the mothering metaphor. We’ve looked at the ways in which all women are included in the maternal tasks of nourishing and housing life, but in order to dive into the idea of nurturing life, we have to take a step back.
Read MoreHousing another human is my least favorite part of mothering. It’s true, some women describe pregnancy as the time in life when they felt most beautiful. The symptoms of carrying a child can vary so widely from woman to woman that some will find they pale in comparison with the mysterious wonder of the life blooming inside. I delight in hearing these experiences. I rejoice for these women. But I am not one of them.
Read MoreI have good news for those of you who really don’t vibe with all this earth mama imagery. The point of the mothering metaphor is not for us to go all Moon Goddess, track our cycles to maximize our inner seasons, and homemake everything from soap to lightbulbs.
Read MoreAntiquity paints a robust image of mothering. If you consider the goddesses of old, mother earth, creation stories, artifacts of global cultures, and more, the pattern is undeniable. Giving birth—the creation of life—is so intrinsic to the feminine experience that for much of history it has been difficult to separate the two.
Read MoreIn many seasons and for various reasons, I have seen myself in Esther—her pain, her fear, the providence of her position, and hopefully sometimes, her bravery, too. But like so many women in the Bible, she’s susceptible to the Dorothy question, “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”
Read MoreIt is a sad and constant refrain throughout the Old Testament: “They have forsaken me and served other Gods.” If you are feeling forsaken right now, you are in good company. Read more at Wild Faith Co.
Read MoreDuring Women’s History Month we honor an incredible legacy of females that come before us. I love hearing lesser known quotes and stories about some of history’s great heroines—Harriet Tubman, Amelia Earhart, Amy Carmichael. But they always make me wonder, what would it have been like to call them “friend”?
Read MoreThe first Noel sung by angelic multitudes was offered to certain poor shepherds in fields where they lay. But why Noel? What is a Noel anyway?
Read MoreIt was about a year ago. We were eating dinner at the dining table in our living room. Behind us, a tarp blocked off the real dining room, which had no ceiling. Sawdust and particles of whatever used to insulate our hundred-year-old attic covered the heavy cardboard that covered our wood floors. It was hot, and our summer renovation projects had reached the point where the glamour and excitement was wearing thin, replaced by impatience and the struggle to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Read MoreLEGO. The magic of those little bricks. Endless possibility. Delightful tiny replicas. Adorably mis-proportioned accessories.
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