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you & me

Allowing Myself The Space To Grieve.

I became a mother and lost all sense of self and lost friends. I allowed others to tell me who I am. We have to let that stuff go, it has to be shared so that it can be released with love. I have to constantly remind myself that my body belongs to me, that I am safe, that I am beautiful, that I  ...

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wisdom

I Am Letting Go.

I must have known before I was born that I am light. I am love and beauty, truth, and wisdom. I must have known. But I forgot. I forgot sometime when I was forming this human body shape in my mother’s womb. My mother who had so much anxiety and fear and insecurity of who she is and where she  ...

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you & me

Mother’s Day For The Motherless.

Today I bow with deep heart-spilling-over thanks to my sisters who mother me. The women, who -- like me -- have no mamas to turn to. The women who hold me up when I need to be held, who listen completely when I need to be witnessed... the women who know how to nurture this motherless mother,  ...

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art

Divine Weavers: Honoring Our Mothers As Artists.

Deeply disheartened in her marriage, yet pregnant with her second child, my mother had put all of her winter hope into her garden. When her flower beds were destroyed that spring, she got down on all fours, her round belly caressing the earth, and ran her fingers through the soil, desperately  ...

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you & me

Dear Mummsy: An Open Letter.

I love that even though you are a fiercely independent, anti-establishment, let’s face it... feminist (of course, you wouldn’t call yourself this because it would mean conforming to a social cliché), you also bake awesome scones, knit socks, sew frocks, grow your own veggies, and have a pantry  ...

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archives

When Holding On Becomes Too Hard.

I hope you know, nothing ever replaces the role a mother fills. I’ve met many women across my life who have held me, wiped my tears away, and listened as my voice filled the space with my ongoing internal demons and struggles.

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poetry

Mirror, Mirror Under The Rainbow. {poetry}

All the years of my life I’ve been with myself, not even knowing the fat and bones of my own thighs as I know the design of a recently purchased rug, just where in the kitchen drawer to grab for a spoon, and the creases in my daughter's new snowy skin. How does she, so soon in living, already  ...

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wisdom

Dark Side Of The Full Mother Moon.

My plea, to my sisters of all phases on this lifetimes-long lunar web: Don't pretend not to see me... even when I'm losing it in the park at my kid, or mine is the child throwing a tantrum at the grocery store. Don't imagine, just because in this moment you shine, that you won't have to face an  ...

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