Writings

Ancient Mother


Yesterday was my baby's 10th birthday.
A decade old. Damn that went fast.
As it does every year, her birthday brings to mind the fleeting nature of time itself, witnessing the growth of that baby girl I once so tenderly cradled in my arms into the young woman she is becoming, irrefutably reminds me that nothing lasts, nothing stays, no matter how much I want it to.
Ancient Mother
This morning when she woke up we talked about her birthday cake (that although quite soggy at the bottom still had enough sugar to satisfy both her and her friends), her presents and the fact that her age is now a double digit one. She half jokingly remarked that her growing up must make me feel like I am getting really old and then proceeded to sing me a song they learnt in school called "Ancient mother", which refers to the ancient nature of mother earth and not to middle aged moms...and I found myself poutingly defending my hard earned years, saying that 44 is not that old, I still feel young in body and childish at heart but as I dropped her off at school I realized that she's right. Her passing forward in the book of life makes me feel if not ancient, but yes, at times really old.

Time although it is mostly treating me with elegance and grace simultaneously leaves an irreversible imprint of both sadness and awe as it's passing let's me feel more of the pain and beauty existing within it's realm and there are definite moments when I wish I could just press the pause button and arrest it so it doesn't slip away so quickly. Like today when I'm contemplating her growing up and nostalgia, pride and a bit of fear for what the future holds for her all squeeze together in my chest.

I hope time will treat my baby as gently as it has me and I hope that we in time will have the presence of mind to take great care of the earth, the ancient mother Iomi was singing about which for the rest of her days will be her landlord. Right now, when the clouds are gathering around all of us, her tenants, it is looking a little shady but if my time here on earth has shown me anything it is that after the clouds disperse, the light that illuminates us all is still there, as present as it's always been...

Writings

Welcome to our writing where we will share our thoughts and practices with you.

Latest posts