Softly she steps
The grass lovingly embraces her toes
Love moves with her
The Sun shines happily upon her
And the rain refreshes
The Mother is also faceless. She is every Goddess and divine woman. She is a part of us all.
I have said before that the Father is the embodiment of energy, he is an idea. The Mother is the embodiment of matter. Everything in existence is made of both, energy and matter.
The Mother is also the Earth. Everything we are made of comes from her.
My simple mind embodies this loving couple. I borrow the Wiccan idea of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone when it comes to her. I see the energies of each as she lives her life throughout the year. Eventually gives her last energy to the Young God so he may defeat his Father, the Holly King, and assume his crown as the Oak King.
Then she rests until she is reborn with a new spirit.
This, of course, is very simplified. As I have said before, how my brain comprehends the incomprehensible.
The Divine mother, the Goddess is faceless, wearing masks throughout history. She is not greater or lesser than the God, because both are needed for existence. And they are not solely male or female, because both parts make them as well.
All is connected.
And just like the Father, the Mother’s life is also short.
This faith is living and evolving and the Gods are the spirits of life. They accept that their time is short, so they live to the fullest. This is why every year is not the same.
Each year has it’s own weather and growing conditions and happenings because each year, the essence is the same, but the spirit is new. The renewal holds off stagnation.
And it gives them an appreciation for life.
How short, the lives of the Gods
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