Mother’s Day

Where does the time go? This week went by so fast. Here we are nearly two weeks into

May. May is a full month that has some wonderful moments, some hard anniversaries,

beautiful days to celebrate and it holds the hope of summer, after our first fake spring.

Fake spring? Yes! Here in Susanville, as I imagine other places as well. We get teased

with glorious sunshine following the bitter cold of winter. The sun dances on the cold

earth and sleeping trees and grasses. Suddenly new life begins to erupt. Wildflowers

peek out of high desert lands and the distant mountains turn from a deep purple hue to

vibrant green. One may even get a bright pink sun burn on their exposed bare skin as

they enjoy some gardening or an early baseball game.

Then without warning they wake up to an overcast sky with bone chilling wind and a

nasty nip of cold that bites the tender growth of fake spring.

Here we are slipping into the chilliness as I type. The bright green leaves and swaying

grass makes me yearn for open windows and fresh air. The forecast calls for

temperatures in the mid-thirties this coming week. Good news maybe it will be cold

enough to discourage mosquitos and some pesky bugs.

May is the month that celebrates Mothers. I send my best wishes to all the mothers. I

also send wishes to the women and men who nurtured those who had a mother, but not

the kind the Hallmark cards are written about. There are those difficult scenarios where

one is not a “mother”, but they act in the role without the title (without the appreciation).

Those who yearn to be Mothers. Those who are mother hens to everyone. And it may

be a double edge sword for the children of Mothers who have passed too soon, without

resolution or unknown. And lastly to the mothers that have lost their children. They too

must live with unimaginable pain. I wrap you with loving arms. My heart is with you all.

I appreciate all the incredible women who graced my life. As a child and as an adult. I

have been very blessed with nurturers, teachers, mentors, and friends. Even from afar,

just watching and admiring the ability to be a nurturer. I salute you.

This Mother’s Day I offer you a heart centered meditation. Find a quiet place where you

can take a few minutes to yourself. Sit down and close your eyes. Make sure you are

comfortable. Close your eyes and begin to breathe in and out through the nose. Make

these breaths long and slow. Feel the breath move down into the belly. Follow the

breath up into the expansion of the chest. Hold and ever so slowly release that breath.

Repeat those steps three times. Breathe in through the nose and out through the nose.

Settling your nervous system. Gently paying attention to your breath. Now bring your

awareness to your heart center. Allow your mind to wander to your heart space. The

beat of the heart the love in the heart. The pain or ache of the heart. Allow it to arise.

Breathe with the feelings, thoughts and sensations. Allow yourself to be there. If it feels

right, place your hands over your heart and gently hold your heart space. Lovingly

tending to the space where you grow your nurturing side. The vibrational sound of the

heart space is “Y U M”. Breathe in and in your humming voice easily and effortlessly

breathe out a hum …YUM! Unconditional, pure love is YUMMY. How fitting is it to sound

that way. Breathe in and breathe out. Know that I have meditated with you. I have held

my hands in my heart space and compassionately sent LOVE to you all.

Patiently waiting for real spring.

Happy Nurturers Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

OH, Happy Day!

With love and light, Teresa