I've discovered that being a Priestess when the Goddesses of Discord and Chaos dance isn't for the faint of heart. We support others during their time in crisis. When the day comes that you realize every skill that you have artfully mastered is an ineffective tool in your war chest and always will be how do you continue?
I'm entering a portion of my Path that is overgrown with the razor sharp thorns of dementia. This area of my Path can't be shaped up with pruning shears and a string trimmer. I will make this journey with one I love. I have to find a way to hold a hand that I will never want to let go as it gradually slips away. There is no other choice.
How does this coping thing work? Do I let others know the available light for us is waning? Will my attempts to keep my charge in the best possible place put others in the worst possible place for them? Does she feel the love and comfort I send? How do I know if my decisions are what is best? How do I keep the light shining even though it can't be seen? How do I share the descent with others and not cause them pain? How do I know when it's time to step back and say I must rest for now so others can add their footprints to the Path? Will others who have walked this Path be brought back to darkness if I seek their guidance and wisdom?
I have no answers but I do have Sisters who have walked this Path, Sisters who are walking this Path and those I love that I desperately want to protect from the pain. It's going to take the whole community to help me through this one. This area of my Path is so foreign to me. I'm not familiar with being the one who needs help. I'm one of the community who provides the help. I am blessed with a support system that has always been a source of love, support, and compassion for so many. During my journey on this Path one of the lessons I must learn is how to receive so that I can continue to give.
Tonight as Florida is in the grips of an ecological crisis, California is in flames, Americans are looking for reasons to hate other Americans because "they" aren't "us" so surely they must be an enemy, and appearance is valued above genuine my prayer is that my Mother will always feel and recognize the love and admiration we all have for her.
Goddess Bless!
