Our purple iris--gift from Tracey, photo by Janet April 2021
Being Wise Fourteen May 9, 2021
A day for mothers, to thank them.
I’ve mothered three of my own and
a lot of other people’s. Sometimes
it was a problem. They worshiped
me and then they cast me out. Or
they demanded more than I could
give. What helped the most was
learning to read the souls of my
friends and neighbors, not to mention
my children. Some people love to
be understood. Others hate it.
Children are the real test. They let
you know how they come across.
Even animals can do that. Pay
attention to how people respond,
whether they trust you. If you scare
them, they’re probably hiding
something. If they lie, and some
people do, even to themselves,
they may confess later. Such
defenses can be learned as children.
I myself invented my own archetype
to be and to live out. I wanted to be
Sophia, wise, and a healer. I’d
serve the Muse, let her live in me
and shape my words. Then Penelope
to an Odysseus, but Odysseus, too.
An explorer, one who traveled but
always came home. It has surprised
me, the people who remembered
me after years of silence, who
returned to tell me their stories,
who helped me when I hadn’t
cried for help. It means I’m safe.
Some do try to hurt me or control
me, but it never quite works. I’m
going to be myself always, and
that self, that being sees farther
and overlooks what’s not important.
The game in life is to be yourself
and no one else. A challenge
sometimes, but worth the Trouble.