Mother's Day

Tradition dictates that Mother's Day is celebrated once a year and we will be following this tradition on Sunday, but truthfully most mothers deserve to be celebrated every day and not just when retail suggests that we do! I found this short story/poem, written by twentieth Century author Temple Bailey, around the time that my own lovely Mother passed in March 2009. One of the things I personally like to do each year on Mother's Day is reread this poem while breathing in the Synergy I created to remember her.

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. She asked, "Is this the long way?"

And the elder said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the

end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be

better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them

along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and

the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with

fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and

the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew

weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little

patience and we are there." So the children climbed and when they reached the top, they

said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a

better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness.

Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength."

And with the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and

hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift

your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting

glory of stars, and they guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother

said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children the Great Spirit."

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother

grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked

with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a

feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and a

beautiful land. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know

the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children

after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone

on your journey to the sky." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and

she walked out of sight. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A

Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the

street, she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered clothes she's the cool hand on

your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's

crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's

the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first

heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even

death!

Here is a synergy I adapted from the original one I created to remember my own Mum. Its energetics are universal and I feel reflects the best of all mothers. Please feel free to try it out, or to use it as a starting point for creating a meaningful Mother's Day Blend yourself.

Wishing all mothers and their families a wonderful Mother's Day!

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh