Holy Mother
by Hannah Landberg
Devotional
Every daughter is born carrying her own unique flame.
Some are taught to hide it..
Some are taught to fear it..
Many are taught to dim it in exchange for belonging.
Generation after generation, mothers send their daughters into the underworld believing it is an act of love. They do not always know they are repeating an ancient ritual that asks women to abandon themselves in order to survive.
Most remain there.
Not because their flame has gone out but because they have learned that keeping it hidden is safe.
But every few generations, a woman remembers.
She rises from the underworld - letting her flame become her guiding light, removing everything that asks her to be less than, to dismiss her boundaries, or to pretend her dreams are too big.
She walks through the dust and rubble emerging from her confounded state. With every step she takes in devotion to her flame, coals begin to glow beneath her feet as the earth answers her remembrance. Leaving a trail of embers revealing the path home to every daughter still wandering the underworld.
Some are taught to hide it..
Some are taught to fear it..
Many are taught to dim it in exchange for belonging.
Generation after generation, mothers send their daughters into the underworld believing it is an act of love. They do not always know they are repeating an ancient ritual that asks women to abandon themselves in order to survive.
Most remain there.
Not because their flame has gone out but because they have learned that keeping it hidden is safe.
But every few generations, a woman remembers.
She rises from the underworld - letting her flame become her guiding light, removing everything that asks her to be less than, to dismiss her boundaries, or to pretend her dreams are too big.
She walks through the dust and rubble emerging from her confounded state. With every step she takes in devotion to her flame, coals begin to glow beneath her feet as the earth answers her remembrance. Leaving a trail of embers revealing the path home to every daughter still wandering the underworld.
"I CAN FFEL THE |
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FLAMES ARE HIGH" |
