Guest Post: Unraveling Mother’s Day 2023
Guest post by Lacey Parr, who is a homeschool educator in Minnesota. She loves swimming in cold water and growing strawberries.
I brought cotton thread
Wooden needles
To keep my hands busy
My mind calm
But my yarn becomes tangled
I keep knitting
Only to pause over and over
When the knot gets too close
I loosen and pull,
Keep knitting but
Over and over I am stopped.
I have to lay down my needles.
I have to pause until the knot is unraveled, untangled.
A deep breath.
I pull at one
And another
I pull a thread
Until the end is revealed.
I loosen the threads at the center
Over and over.
At times the center grows tighter.
I wrap the untangled bits into a neat package.
Again I pull at the center and exhale.
The center reveals why all the
Aaronic priesthood choirs
Bars of chocolate
Primary choirs
Planted flowers
Cannot compensate for what the center of the tangle conceals.
I pull again and at last the center falls open.
There our Mother wound lays bleeding.
For centuries,
Generations
It has been hidden, sometimes bandaged.
Often buried, edited out, deleted.
Ignored.
But wounds the size of Mother do not heal when ignored.
They fester.
They bleed.
They remain open.
Ready to be filled with a Feminine Divine.
Ready to be filled with
Ordained women
Egalitarian relationships
Organizational transparency
A shame-free culture
True vulnerability
A judgment-free culture
Freedom to choose our own paths.
