My Original Uncultured Mother by Deanne Quarrie


Deanne Quarrie

In the earliest of times, I believe humans did not see themselves as separate from all that was around them.  All of life was interdependent.  I see this in my own practice today.  When we are born, we are born to a mother.  Our lives are solely dependent on her for survival.  We are birthed by her, nourished by her, protected by her, and sometimes forced out to experience on our own, by her.  She is at first, our own Original Uncultured Mother.  Once we move from her shelter, we begin to experience our world in the same way, looking not only for what nourishes, what protects and what shelters, but also for what we need to be mindful of for our own safety, those forces far out of our control.  Those forces, which were uncontrollable, the ancients held in high esteem, and honored with reverence.

We might see her in all the symbols around us.  If we look at the Earth as the Body of the Goddess, we might see her soil as her skin, her rivers and streams as her blood, flowing just as women’s blood flowed.  We would see the oceans as the waters of life bringing forth new beings, sustenance for all.  At the same time, these oceans could be seen as her mighty power, taking and giving with the tides, those same tides controlling the cycles of women’s bleeding times.  We would see the mountains as her breasts, the snow melting and running down her sides into the rivers and streams as her nourishing milk.  Her flesh is the soil; her hair is the trees and other plants.  Her bones are the rocks, and her breath is the wind.  She lies, her limbs and body extended, and on her body, we live.  When it is cold, she shivers; when it is hot, she sweats.  And when she moves, there is an earthquake.”  We see this carried forth in much of the mythology that followed, once written language was developed.  Look at Danu who was the mighty Danube River; Cailleach Bheara, found in ancient Scottish and Irish mythology as the maker of mountains, lakes and rivers.  In Co. Meath, Ireland there is a set of chambered cairns on a hill, which is known as Sliabh na Caillighe, which means “the Hag’s mountain,” or “the witches’ hills.”  Finally, in nature, if we look close enough we can see the cave, “a mysterious damp orifice … maternal wombs … vulva slits, all connected to the mysteries of birth and the source of all life.

In my own practice today, I feel very connected to these ancient people in the ways that I honor the sacred.  I have, for the most part, shed much of my dualistic thinking and reconnected to the whole in my reverence for Goddess.  In my daily living, I find physical ways to immerse myself in her.  When I can be by the sea, I stand in Her sacred waters. If I cannot do it in person, I do it in my mind.   Each day I feel Her breath on my skin, and bend to feel the soil at my feet.  I listen to the birds, and on occasion, I am blessed with wild animals at my back door.  The trees are a very real part of my life – my friends – my kin!  From all of these I look for messages to guide my life.  I know that I am dependent of all that surrounds me.  I look to the Sky above me, to the Seas surrounding me, and to the Land beneath my feet, and most importantly, to She Who is the Sacred Fire infusing and inspiring us all.  She is my Original Uncultured Mother.

 

Deanne Quarrie. D. Min. has served as a Priestess of the Goddess since 1986. She is the author of six books and the founder of the Apple Branch – A Dianic Tradition where she teaches courses in Feminist Dianic Witchcraft and Dianic Faerie Craft. She is a Priestess in the Fellowship of Isis and has her own Iseum Benedictus.  She is the founder of Global Goddess, a worldwide organization which began in 2002 and is open to all women who honor some form of the female divine and where they love to say, “Goddess Women helping women worldwide.”

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Categories: animals, Feminism, Feminism and Religion, Foremothers, General, Goddess, Goddess feminism, Goddess Spirituality

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15 replies

  1. Beautiful and yes it is amazing that we can to such a degree shed so much of the cultural training that tells us we are on our own and have to make it on our own. I wish this knowing of connection to everyone, but most especially to those who feel alone and fear that what they have “earned” will be taken from them. We have been given and the interdependence of life cannot be taken from us. Thanks to you for reminding us of all that we have but do not own.

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  2. Excellent piece, Deanne. Thank you.

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  3. Just what I needed to read first thing this morning! My sweet Schroedinger (a Turkish van cat) is dying. We all need our planetary mother to remind us that we’re all kin. Thanks for this post.

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  4. I am so sorry to hear about Schroedinger. You have loved him for a very long time! My Finnean is a Turkish Van!

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  5. Thanks for the reminder of our connection with Mother, Deanne, and of our connection to each other.

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  6. A very fine post, yes, and all of us are kin indeed, thank you!!

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  7. Simple thought, Deanne, but wonderful really, where you say: “The trees are a very real part of my life – my friends – my kin!”

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  8. Compassionate capitalism sounds like a great challenging place to start. We already have the capitalism firmly in place. Why not teach/reveal how a compassionate component would benefit the entire world. Perhaps we could all get richer if we could sell compassion as a natural resource, mine it everywhere, educate our youth to be come highly skilled in its practices, advertise it until no one would want to live without it, compete for its highest achievements awards and widest markets and even offer promotions based on greatest impacts. Sounds like there would be jobs and opportunities for all in a compassionate capitalism system. And it would be a genuine EOE place to work.

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  9. Beautiful… the more we immerse ourselves in Nature the more talkative S/he becomes!

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  10. Beautiful post. In the Cornish language there is a word Awen, which is the word ancient druids used to describe the natural, divine wisdom that guided them, and the bards used it to describe what inspired them in their writing songs and poems. It also has connotations of connectedness with the divine in the natural world, the way Pelagius described. I see this idea of divine connectedness/immanence/omnipresence/kinship in many sacred texts, and I always really love it.

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