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Green Leaves and White Flower Crown
may is maternal mental health month

Immaculate

When I was a child, bright May mornings were filled with energy.

Sturdy rubber soled, strapped toes met pebbly concrete as in formation we marched

to crown Mother Mary.

Even if your hands didn’t rest the blooms atop her head

the songs and solemn file made you feel special.

The Mother of our Church, it makes sense that this month also celebrates earthly mothers.

And given the true gravity of motherhood, it makes sense that it also celebrates mental health.

I’ve done all manner of mother-centric posts over months of May past.

This past year has been full of research and connection as well, but in some new directions. I’ve decided to share some of my experiences over this month of maternal mental health and mamas. To shine a light on some of the amazing work that mothers and women are doing. On their own and in support of each other.

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Identity, Perspective

Holy Smokes

I was going to say something along the lines of “Holy Therapy Session, Batman!” but this has nothing to do with male superheroes. This is all about the ladies.

The innate power of women.

The smoke is from the top of my head blowing off, my mind exploding. The holy vespers of the spirit swirling around the space.

When something is known with surety, a warmth spreads from your chest, across your shoulder blades, up your neck into a tingling of the scalp. Water rises and pools along the cusp of lashes, glazing the eye in a softened yet magnified lens. The heart swells and throws the arms outward, seeking the embrace – of an idea or confidant or both.

Searching all one’s life for the fiat; once found, the yes is effortless.

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