Your mother is the closet person to you. Her heart beat is your rhythm. Her blood flowed through your veins or you would not be here.
Even on a cellular level it is mama’s womb that cradled us and the umbilical cord was our life line. Energetically no one will ever be as connected to us as our mama, even if we have never been in her presence after birth.
I feel closer to my mother than I ever have. She exists in the very fiber of my being.
She has transitioned and I am transitioning. I am now the Matriarch. I am the oldest in my generation. My mother was the last of her generation. My soul is grieving what was, a letting go is happening to make room for the new that transition brings.
I am growing and a change is occurring. Wisdom is being earned. Swinging between gratefulness and grief is exhausting but I am not rushing the process because everything is beautiful. It is in the darkness that life is created.
Like a butterfly we emerge from the darkness freely beautiful.
The Souls' Poet 