What is it about losing a mother?

I was re-reading some posts in a blog I started almost exactly a year ago shortly after my mom's death.  (The blog is Speaking of Miracles. www.speakingofmiracles.com) I shall post something here that was posted there a year ago to the day.

"What is it about losing a mother?  Here I am, doing some work and I come across a picture of my mom eating a meal on a sunny balcony with my oldest son.  I stare at her smiling and then realize, or is it feel: she's dead.  My mother is dead.  It is more a feeling than a statement.  An irretrievable part of me is gone even if my belief is that her spirit is not gone.  Nonetheless, something profound and unnameable has been lost--a loss unlike any other I have known.  This does not mean that I will not recover.  But I will not be the same." 

I warmly invite anyone who has lost their mother to address the question "What is it about losing a mother?"  (Write in any manner, including stream-of-consciousness writing).  If you would like to share this, please click below on "comment. It would be wonderful to hear some of your responses.  If you post a comment and do not wish it to be public, just let me know.  I will see it before it is published and can simply indicate that it not be made public.

"Getting Cozy" with Teenagers

I sit in a room with seven young women between the ages of 14 and 17.  It is a Sunday afternoon and they have come to my home, (the location of the Dance of the Letters Writing Center), to write.  We call these afternoons, "Getting Cozy."  This is a bunch who could easily have "I'd rather be writing" bumper stickers on their cars if they had cars.  It is deep winter in New England and a perfect day to hunker down with writing.  But then, isn't most any day?  

I have offered a few sparks to inspire today's writing.  The primary spark was to play the girls a video of the Starbucks Love Project, in which people from 156 nations, sang "All You Need is Love" on the same day in December of 2009. (For every voice, Starbucks and (RED) donated money to buy and distribute medicine for aids therapy in Africa.)  The reflection of our stunning human diversity and the hope of our unity never ceases to inspire me and moved the girls today as well.  starbucksloveproject  

The silence in a room of people all focussed on what they are creating moment to moment is incomparable.  It is one of my favorite energy fields, (this and being in the midst of a group of meditators). I hear pencils scratching across pages, the tapping of keys. There is pausing and staring into space, then resuming.  In a half hour's time, we will have created what did not exist when we entered the room and first sat together.  Small universes are being created out of "the blue."  

In a few moments, we will read to each other, bearing witness to the emergence of people, places, ideas, fantasy, emotion, and more.  We will be stirred by suspense, laugh together, and feel deeply touched.  Our curiosity will be aroused along with our amazement.  Listening, we will again and again, appreciate the infinite powers of the unleashed imagination, given full permission (and gladly invited) to do its thing. 

There really is no place that I would rather be.