But you feel the storm brewing inside. The Great Mother mirrors and magnifies your inner chaos. The boat sloshes in wild waves, the wind howls, the sky is relentless. You can't tell which water droplets are from the ocean, the sky, or those steaming from within.
Are you the storm? The anger, hurt, sadness, or guilt? Or are you the space in which everything is happening, the one holding the glass bottle with the miniature sailboat? What is imagined? What is real?
My Dear, jump into the sea, into the wisdom beneath the waves. Let yourself feel it all-the chill, the depth, the intention to know peace. Reach out to the Ones who know who you really are, the Merfolk who have watched you endure more violent storms than this.
You have the sea inside you. Don't hide it. Never be ashamed. When you forget, ask us. We will help you remember.
(This post was written in honor of MBSM Moms. Thank you for helping me remember who I really am.)