The way of it:

This life... Being is a journey of insights. We are born, some of us given away. We are then received into another's arms, for good or bad. We may be cherished, but at the same time we may be made to be the braver, stronger, more awakened one; seeing what most others choose to deny, carrying the weight of eons, we are able to help others, if not ourselves. We are the seers of the ugly, disenchanted, lonely, and left out, partly because we are all of these.

Others see a different we; what is it they see...a being who becomes the mother when a "mother" can no longer cope. Not always enough; a brother is lost because we didn't pay good enough attention. Rebel with a distrust of everyone and everything, when the universe takes this unwanted, wanted but neglected being and during what should be innocence is abused, the distrust begins...pain enters...then a body is repeatedly attacked, not by anything seen, but microbes, relentless, fight back. But, we continue to be knocked down by death, only to be shown the light, the promise, and sent back, for a purpose maybe. Yes, a purpose of true motherhood, never to neglect, never to harm, never to give anything other than unconditional love. Yes a true purpose. We do the best we can, failing at times, striving to help others, the children, all children. We teach what we have learned, we understand others pain as our own, we teach ways to cope, we teach, but as we do we learn.

But alas, mistakes are made, a chance at motherhood refused...but, more chances are given, taken, then taken again...should have taken as many as we could, but mistakes continue. We must concentrate on what we have and use what may have been for others. So it continues, we waste opportunities, never to be retrieved again, lost to the winds of time. We wake up, we work, we grow, we are connected with those thought lost forever and lose those we loved so, and we reach a pinnacle only to be swept into a vortex of yet again the unseen darkness that can infiltrate a being.

A dark, sinister invader takes us down, but not all the way. That wonderful, warm light, we remember it so well, it calls, temps us, but we have commitments to those we have created, we must stay, for now. This gives us a perspective, a view from afar, apart, but not alone, becoming all…being.

Patience, continued purpose, cossetting , but mostly loving and being. When we truly must go, it will be with great anticipation to be the warm, welcoming light for others to come.

For now, well, NOW!

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