Our Mothers

I’ve been watching “Nicky Jam, El Ganador” on Netflix. It’s the story of the rise, fall and rise of one of reggeaton’s originals. His mother was a drug addict.

“I had a lot of friends who didn’t have their dad, but not to have your mom… It was very hard for me. I think most of the things I did in my life were motivated by my desperate need for my mom. I just wanted my mom. It was really painful to think she had abandoned me. I never did anything to justify her leaving me, nothing at all.”

The pain is heart wrenching. The series shows the way it almost destroyed his life. Here is this symbol of all sorts of male bravado questing for his mother in everything he does.

Others of us have “too much mother.” A mother that insinuates herself so deeply into our lives that she makes it impossible for us to develop into fully mature men.

I understand that some of us have an ideal mom. And that others never really had a mother at all. Present or absent. Good, bad or more likely something in between, it is a primal relationship that shapes us.

How are you shaped by this relationship with your mother?

And, how do you relate to the Great Mother?

When we release our own mortal, fallible mother from the burden of being the Divine Mother, from being the Great Mother, we open ourselves to a new depth of spirituality. We begin to experience a sense of deep-relatedness with life itself. It changes how we walk upon the earth. And it certainly transforms how we relate to the women in our lives.

Come ready to dive deep tonight. I can’t wait to be with you.

Saludos,

Gibrán

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