Parents
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I’m a parent of three beautiful little beings. They came into my life mostly without much thought - but tremendous love. They are to me one of my greatest if not, the greatest achievement. I feel bereft of them when I am not with them, and often times tired of them when we are together. In each way they have found a way into my heart from the very start. Emergency C-section, lotus birth, water birth. They are all constellating in the perfect way - their perfect form make themselves the only way they can. They will transcend and include all my foibles and they will learn if I let them in - to all of their ancestor’s failures and brilliance. We must honour our ancestors - must tell ALL the stories - must bring out the dark corners and tell all so that our children can choose from the full array of their festive table. The uncle who had the affair - the great grandfather who suicided - and all the other bits of parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts that bear being seen. See yourself Matt - pull yourself out of the hole and show them all of you - the shitty bits of human - the neediness and the wise old acorn who have been living inside you - all is welcome, all is forgiven. As my beloved said - leave nothing at the door - bring it all with you. So to this voyage I say hurrah. To sailing with children, captain of the ship - weatherer of storms - chaser of dragons - climber of mountains - Children en tow I will chase my own dream and blow fire and smoke on theirs - for we are not solo - not individual on this path - but looking backwards - forward once more - moving forwards, backwards we must understand more and more - why we are the way we are and trust that the only reason we say yes to such a thing as being a parent is that it was our calling - we inhabit all of our shit and mess and mastery and put it on the altar to be burnt as sweet perfume.