Mother’s Day Reflections, New and Old; Living in the Layers; Ritual as Poetry in Action; Rio Passes; Metaphors of Mirrors and Mirroring
“In those early days I asked myself: will I ever feel like myself again? The answer, it turns out, is no. In the most universal and specific way possible — no.”
Becoming a mother can be a startling experience — a belonging to a communion of mothers AND the stark reality that one’s identity will never be the same again. For this upcoming Mother’s Day, Courtney Martin on the unforeseen gifts and the myopic lens of motherhood.
What unites us all is that we all have mothers. Poet Esther Cohen (whom you may remember from our Postcards from Passover series) traces the path of her life through her Rumanian grandmother, Anna, and the women who followed: “Grandmothers, Mothers, Me.”
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
I love these lines from the great poet Stanley Kunitz. And I think they serve as an apt, gentle transition into Parker Palmer’s column on embracing all the layers of your life — as he sees it through the majestic, geological lens of the Grand Canyon.
Parker and his wife Sharon speak of their many journeys down the Grand Canyon, near as I can tell, in terms of ritual. And I think of this line from Rabbi Dennis Ross:
“Ritual does for behavior what poetry does for words.”
When the hope of youthful enthusiasm turns grim and gray and the spiritual challenge of uncertainty beckons, he finds hope in ritual as poetry in action, recognizing the spirituality in the routine, recapturing the sacred in the mundane, and rediscovering beauty in the ordinary.
I chose this photo of a woman looking at a Jackson Pollock painting for Sharon Salzberg’s recent column on delusion as a hindrance to insight. Mary, from Birmingham, asked if I was making a statement about the artist himself. I wasn’t. Photo editing is a tricky business; if you ever have any questions or doubts about my choices, please reach out to me. I would thoroughly enjoy the chance to discuss! My email is firstname.lastname@example.org, and my Twitter handle is @trentgilliss.
“Somewhere in us
Metaphors of light and reflection abound. But what about the metaphors of mirror and mirroring. Omid Safi holds that image with palms up and open.
May the wind always be at your back.