One of my dear friends was in
a lot of heartache this week.
I've been thinking about various topics,
of how we women have often had to be strong
for a very long time.
Sometimes we don't know why.
Why we are alone or perhaps
why we have to be our own Mother
or why life has to have a series of setbacks and grief.
Our paths often do not seem very clear
and often strewn with sadness and many tears.
The leaves fall
and the seeds never seem
to get rooted in the ground.
We feel alone, cold, barren and
without hope for better.
As I was walking I thought of Mother Alexandra
and a prayer that I read written by her.
(I must get the prayer book it is in one day).
It was about humility and being a Mother;
about carrying other's pain as well as one's own.
(I paraphrase of course).
Somehow I have to trust that the personal devastation
that we all go through,
those dark valleys,
can be used to not only plan the seed deep inside us
but help us like wind helps a tree grow strong.