This is such a beautiful honoring of both death itself and your mother. How wonderful to be gifted the swans bones. I would love to do something like this in honor of death and all the people I have lost.
My mother had a Silent Birth with me, feeling no pain whatsoever and by the time I was three she was gone from my life until we were reunited when I was eighteen. The anniversary of my mother’s passing is next month and it will be thirteen years since she left. Right before she passed, she asked my sister at her bedside if she should “go through that door over there?”.
How beautiful to sit on our rainy Thursday and read this Beautiful honouring of your Mother Imelda, and in some way too, perhaps all of our Mothers. I love what you wrote about the “always ness” of our liminality, how we actually fully exist in this medial world, the vulva shaped segment
of the sacred Mandorla. I also very much enjoyed imagining the swans, as the sky and water became one. I feel like I know exactly what you described, from my time living on Yukon. A TRULY magical encounter, when sky water and self all become one. Thank you for your beautiful descriptions and expansive thoughts Imelda. It is one year since my own lovely Dad died, and this subject matter is very close ♥️
This bird island feels so special and alive with the spirit of its land. I lost my grandmother last month so reading your honouring of life and death through your mother and the swan skeleton, is especially potent. My grandmother used to create her own stories for us as children. At her funeral, I was sharing how this one particular story of the white and black feather imprinted me for ever. Birds...reminds me of the soul flying in the inner worlds.
Thank you for sharing your magickal experience with us. I have been to Scandinavia, including Sweden, and was lucky to experience my 16th birthday on a campsite by a lake in Finland with the midnight sun illuminating the mist over the lake. It's wonderful that you were able to connect with your mother in this way and encounter the cygnets she sent you! That is very special! My dear dad passed beyond the veil in May, so I can relate to how you're feeling. I think you might like the book "The wolf inside the whale" by Jordanna Max Brodsky.
This is such a beautiful honoring of both death itself and your mother. How wonderful to be gifted the swans bones. I would love to do something like this in honor of death and all the people I have lost.
My mother had a Silent Birth with me, feeling no pain whatsoever and by the time I was three she was gone from my life until we were reunited when I was eighteen. The anniversary of my mother’s passing is next month and it will be thirteen years since she left. Right before she passed, she asked my sister at her bedside if she should “go through that door over there?”.
How beautiful to sit on our rainy Thursday and read this Beautiful honouring of your Mother Imelda, and in some way too, perhaps all of our Mothers. I love what you wrote about the “always ness” of our liminality, how we actually fully exist in this medial world, the vulva shaped segment
of the sacred Mandorla. I also very much enjoyed imagining the swans, as the sky and water became one. I feel like I know exactly what you described, from my time living on Yukon. A TRULY magical encounter, when sky water and self all become one. Thank you for your beautiful descriptions and expansive thoughts Imelda. It is one year since my own lovely Dad died, and this subject matter is very close ♥️
Beautiful. This reads like poetry ✨
Thank you! I was a very poetic night! *******
And a really lovely & dynamic photo of you on the rocks 👌
What a wonderful story and a beautiful way to honor your mother 🙏
This bird island feels so special and alive with the spirit of its land. I lost my grandmother last month so reading your honouring of life and death through your mother and the swan skeleton, is especially potent. My grandmother used to create her own stories for us as children. At her funeral, I was sharing how this one particular story of the white and black feather imprinted me for ever. Birds...reminds me of the soul flying in the inner worlds.
Thank you for sharing your magickal experience with us. I have been to Scandinavia, including Sweden, and was lucky to experience my 16th birthday on a campsite by a lake in Finland with the midnight sun illuminating the mist over the lake. It's wonderful that you were able to connect with your mother in this way and encounter the cygnets she sent you! That is very special! My dear dad passed beyond the veil in May, so I can relate to how you're feeling. I think you might like the book "The wolf inside the whale" by Jordanna Max Brodsky.