If you called upon all your past-selves in motherhood or womanhood and invited them to sit in circle with you now, allowing each one's pain a voice - how much wisdom would you hold? A chorus.
Mother Wisdom is something I cannot define for you. If I chose to do that, I would be participating in a plan for you, dear readers. And, I am not going to do that. My aim is to be in the practice of consent-based inter-relationships: with clients, with teachers, with my young, with relatives, grandparents, doctors, mentors, and friends.
I’ve found there is something deeply needed, moving, spacious and sometimes intimidating about consent-based spaces - we don’t always get it right, as practitioners and educators, we are human, too. I/we do this imperfectly.
A space inclusive of liberation discourse is not a perfect or non-triggering space. It is often messy, slow, but with a common goal of orienting towards sustainable solutions for all of life, knowing decisions we make for ourselves, or with others, are energy in action. Eventually, the whole world feels this.1
What I can do is attempt to describe Mother Wisdom, knowing that my experiences leading me to such descriptions are biased in my own relational histories, stories, and trauma I have lived through.