As a kid I was a passionate reader of almost anything I could get my hands on. Later I became as passionate a writer, offsetting my highly physical world as a ballerina, enjoying the introverted timeless flow of bringing words to paper.
The Venus Effect
Our world has been turned upside down in the last 20 months or so, in no uncertain terms. We have been blindsided by unexpected events, and felt more collective fear and disempowerment than we have in a long long time. Perhaps in our entire lives. It has not been easy, nor gentle, for we’ve been swept up in a maelstrom of angst in unprecedented ways. And yet, with all the death, destruction and confusion; with all the unceremonious stripping away of dignity, autonomy and deeply held value systems…. something deep in our hearts and souls is galvanizing, even as the body and mind takes shelter.
One of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received so far in life is the deep honour of being a mother. I have three fabulous children all close in age. The first, my daughter Shenoa, was born when I was 25; the second, my son Ryan, 19 months later, when I was 27; and the third, my daughter Corina, 24 months later, when I was 29. Wow, was I a busy and blessed Mum! As obviously challenging as motherhood is, I felt like I took to it like a duck to water. I felt so immersed in all the loving and tending, and it all felt really natural, like I was born to do this particular job in the world. I loved this new role with all my heart and soul. Did that mean I didn’t make mistakes, sometimes big ones? Of course not! As the proverbial saying goes “Babies aren’t born with a How-To manual!”… so very true. And even if you read the latest and greatest books on mothering (which of course you have no time to read once they’re born), it’s still an untrodden path you are taking. It necessitates a huge, ongoing dose of love, courage, commitment, patience, wisdom, being in the present moment, and doing your best day after day, and night after night after night after night….