This folk tale I learned from my spiritual directors (all women) when I attended a retreat. It reverberates resoundingly, especially at this time in this blogger's life.
A psychic friend told me recently one's destiny is not made known again until that point when sun and moon meet at a certain age in a woman's life. And usually it is that age when a woman moves from mother to grandmother. She goes through a difficult purification or cleansing rite that includes shedding things, even people, she no longer needs in her soul's journey. The choice leads the new grandmother to a forked road: to become a crone or a witch.
There is an old Hasidic tale that tells that from the moment each of us is conceived and for the next nine months, God whispers to us, all of the secrets of the universe.
While we grow in the womb of our mothers, we hear how stars are born and why they twinkle. We come to know rainbows and who it is who bends them and holds them tied to the earth. We learn where it is that birds go when they fly so high that you can no longer see them, and why waves always come into the shore and never out.
For nine long months God tells each of us what there is to know of his creation.
Then, after he has told us all, he shares with us one last secret—that we are loved totally and completely by him.
Having learned all there is to know, we are then ready to be born into this world. But in the process of being born, we forget all of the secrets we had learned, even the fact that God loves us, and is with us, and is in us.
We then spend the rest of our lives trying to remember, to learn again, the secrets we knew once before.
Grandmother looking at her first grandchild
Photo of perigree moon of March 2011
A psychic friend told me recently one's destiny is not made known again until that point when sun and moon meet at a certain age in a woman's life. And usually it is that age when a woman moves from mother to grandmother. She goes through a difficult purification or cleansing rite that includes shedding things, even people, she no longer needs in her soul's journey. The choice leads the new grandmother to a forked road: to become a crone or a witch.
While we grow in the womb of our mothers, we hear how stars are born and why they twinkle. We come to know rainbows and who it is who bends them and holds them tied to the earth. We learn where it is that birds go when they fly so high that you can no longer see them, and why waves always come into the shore and never out.
For nine long months God tells each of us what there is to know of his creation.
Then, after he has told us all, he shares with us one last secret—that we are loved totally and completely by him.
Having learned all there is to know, we are then ready to be born into this world. But in the process of being born, we forget all of the secrets we had learned, even the fact that God loves us, and is with us, and is in us.
We then spend the rest of our lives trying to remember, to learn again, the secrets we knew once before.
Grandmother looking at her first grandchild
Photo of perigree moon of March 2011
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