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My Mother Left a Scar on My Soul

My mother left a scar on my soul. Can you see it? If you look closely – you may.  If you knew her you might hear her in my laugh – or glimpse a shadow of her being in the turn of my head. The scarring was oh so painful as it was made but now this scar is simply a beautiful mark on my soul.

Her being was special.. yes I hear you say.. ‘all mother’s beings are special’.  But no – you did not know mine. She was my mother.. and then she was gone.
A short time we spent together – only a few years – almost 14 in total – but the blink of an eye compared to a lifetime.

In that 14 years she shared so much. Her love of beauty, her eye for photography, her hand in baking .. she cooked.. oh how how she cooked – while multitasking the day through – she washed and baked and made bread and cooked roasts and quartered the mutton to a tee.

The ‘killer’ (meat in the form of a dead sheep) was brought in by my father every few days depending on the number of ‘men’ she was feeding at the time.
On the Murchison River – some would say the outback – this was not your lamb chops all neatly packaged, your roast leg – already for baking and carving.. no the whole sheep simply stripped of its insides and its wooly hide.

The rest was up to Mum – to get it suitably divided and ready for the kero fridge. Every last piece of that sheep was prepared with a loving hand and provided to the family and the workers in as many different ways as she could dream up that they would accept and eat. Soups, stews, brains, liver fry, shanks – roast on Sunday .. the list went on.

Amy Gweneth Robinson

But let it not be thought that my Mother was just a cook. For she was a stalwart woman – bearer of five children, the backbone of a sheep station – without her my father would never have survived the ‘bush’.

And who was she to me that she has left this exquisite scar on my soul. When I remember her – the first thing that comes to my mind is her fragrance.. the smell of her – that smell that was the last thing that was tangible after she left. I would bury my face into her night clothes and her dressing gown still behind the bedroom door .. and the memory of her would wash over me with the strength of a huge wave ..

but now .. as time has passed – I think of her infrequently – she is around that I know – I feel her laughter at times – and I feel her hand in my own as I too understand the art of the cooking pots and the fire. This she taught me along with the ‘correspondence schooling’ she gave – me perched on the kitchen cupboards reciting my times table while she beat the loaves of bread into submission with her floury arms.

‘Seven eights are fifty six’ I recited time and time again as the loaves and buns were formed on the bench beside me.

And then there was the day when the long black snake slithered into the kitchen .. wove its way into the cupboard and disappeared behind the huge old AGA cooker we had. Mum was not faint of heart .. a snake of any kind in the bush meant watch out.. she took a kettle of boiling water and poured it down the back of the stove.. the snake was not seen again.. we breathed and went back to the times table.

Women in those days in the outback were a special breed. They had to be. Mum was one of the best. She could turn her hand to all things household, she understood how to stitch up a gash in a bleeding dog caught on the barb wired fence, she knew how to grow a vegetable garden that flourished in the harsh land – her chickens gave eggs, she managed the weekly mail truck and the delivery of perishables that otherwise we would never see.

There were I am sure, many things she did that I never knew of – but I always remember her hand soothing my head as she applied calomine lotion to my chicken pox spots in the middle of the night – all those small things that told me how much I was loved.

I don’t know if she knew she would be only with us for a short while – but it seems she did because she gave herself so fully and completely to loving us kids – like she had to supply us with enough to go on with once she was gone.

And now.. what of the scar?  It was raw and unbelievably tearing of my soul for a very long time.   Scars are like that .. they hurt .. and then they heal.   Sometimes breaking open again until one day they are simply a mark – a remembrance – something we will never lose.

I don’t want to lose that scar for in the scar is the sweetness and the depth and the understanding that I was loved. and through that love I myself learned to love.

Thank you my wonderful and beautiful Mother ..
for you gave me life and you gave me love and in that love you gave me the continuation of the understanding of love..
so I too can pass that on..
this is your legacy –
a legacy of the infinity of love.

Christmas Spirit

The silly season is really upon us. So as you do the last minute rushing around, preparing the stuffing or buying the last minute goodies – keep the spirit of Christmas in your heart.

It is so easy just to get into busy mode and forget that the person on the other side of the counter or the check out is a living breathing human being – so slow down just that small amount.. realise that time is flexible and that the sharing of that extra moment to wish the other a good day and a heartfelt Merry Christmas – is a valuable gift that we can give and give and give yet again and in that giving the love in your heart moves outward.

And a circle is created – from your heart to the heart of another and back again.

Each of us has the desire to be loved and to love in return. Christmas gives us yet another opportunity to express that. To share what we would love to receive.

So from me to you – I wish you all the joy – gratitude and peace at this special time of the year.

Have a wonderful Christmas and may 2011 be the year of the heart for us all.

A World of Love – Happiness

Bruce Lipton Phd said:

“When the brain sees a world of love, it releases happy chemicals.  These translate into chemistry that controls the health of the cell.”

If you don’t know who Bruce Lipton is you are excused but I highly recommend that you check him out as he is one of the most brilliant thinkers and writers of our time.   He has turned the erroneous supposition that genes control our lives, on its head.

His books – Spontaneous Evolution: Our Positive Future and a Way to Get There From Here and The Biology of Belief: Unleasing the Power of Consciousness, Matter and Miracles are excellent.

I really want to bring to your attention to the above statement..

What does this mean for you and me – practically, day to day?

It means that if I survey the world from a position of friendliness and the spirit of of Kindness (Sylvia Marina) with an intention to step up and do my work and my play from the point of view of love – then that in itself has a profound effect on my health.

As Bruce already does this so well, I have no desire here to explain the biochemistry of how this effect actually occurs,  – but I clearly wish to bring it to your attention so that you have yet another reason to shift your focus and move effectively into the light of the world.

Einstein said – “The field is the sole governing agency of the particle”

Okay this is quite a statement so let’s see if we can deconstruct this a little to help each of us really get what he was saying.

It is that the environment, the energy field in which we are all bathed, has a profound effect on the individual or at the smallest level on each particle of our being.  Referring once again to Bruce Lipton – he gives an example of the effect of a magnet on iron filings on a sheet of paper held above the magnet.  The magnetic field effects the movement of the filings.  However if those filings are cemented into a coherent state – they become a solid iron bar.. which can then be magnetised.  Then this coherent force will effect the field.

What am I on about…. you may ask?

Well simply this… if we as human beings become connected, become coherent in our intent and join in community, we can change the field of the earth.  We can make a difference, but only as a connected humanity – only as a wholeness and a oneness.  It is the time to connect.

In the words of the master wordsmith and conductor of social artistry Jean Houston:

“Now is the time and we are the people.”