A LOVE-LETTER TO THE WOMEN ON THE GROUND

To the woman making lunches and dinners day after day, bring awareness to your breath, bring yourself back to this moment, this mundane regular everyday moment, and know that within this moment is church.
— Carrie Anne Moss
Love Letter to the Women on the Ground

{ this is a repost of an article from our archives. may it nourish you now as it did before. }

Hi beauties!

Every Monday I share with women right here in this space on Annapurna Living. Some days, stories just spill out of me and, on others, I have very little to say. I have been in that summer mode of lazy, not wanting to look at the clock, ice-cream-cones-once-again mode.

Today I took my youngest to her “day before first day” of first grade. As I braided her hair in the particular way she demands, I sensed all of the women who have come before me—all the women who have brushed their daughters' hair and all the mothers who will come after me doing this everyday routine. Through this simple act I felt the total grace and deep presence of connection. Braiding her hair felt like an honor I had been entrusted to do. It was a quick moment—honestly, it was pretty straight-forward—but I had this sense that, long after I am gone, the way it feels for her to have me brush her hair will live within her forever. And as the mother of three children, I know how soon she will not ask me do this...

So today, even though I'm really tired and weary, I lean on the basic premise that the vibration of who I am will live on. I choose to see this, not to force perfection into myself but to inspire the blessing of this divine life I have been gifted.

Here are some thoughts I have today...

To you, the women on the ground, the women doing the hard work of the everyday, I feel you.

To the woman walking through life nose to the ground, look up and notice the sky.

To the woman making lunches and dinners day after day, bring awareness to your breath, bring yourself back to this moment, this mundane regular everyday moment, and know that within this moment is church.

To the woman missing your mother, your father, the baby that never was, bring them into your heart and feel the truth of their soul.

As you epic fail, day after day, pick yourself up, give yourself a pat on the back and the heart, and keep on keeping up.

When everyone around you looks like they have it all figured out and you are tempted to give your power away, stop and connect to your soul, and know that you KNOW...

Listen to your body—it will give you all the clues you need.

Be creative because, if you aren't, you will feel tired and blue.

When you feel overwhelmed by the trials of the world—the despair of children and human beings everywhere—don't get paralyzed; do something.

When the moon is new, make a wish.

When the moon is full, dance under her and give thanks for all.

With love,
Carrie-Anne