#the mother wound

[yearningsaphic]

I think it would really advance society if we admitted that mothers can be just as toxic and abusive if not more than dads and stopped dismissing it as “they gave birth to you”

[azulispector]

the price of belonging to you

Marguerite Duras // white oleander // survival - adult mom // rose brik // Emile Munier // franz kafka // white oleander & charles bukowski // ?

[lavideenrose]

[balancedearthylioness]

Illuminating Intimate Contracts: ♉ Sun Transiting the 8th House Decans

as I sit in Virgo season, reflecting on the Sun’s journey through Taurus in my 8th house, I’m grateful for the lessons I’ve learned. From the challenges of the 5 of Pentacles to the balance of the 6 of Pentacles and the patient perseverance of the 7 of Pentacles, each decan offered valuable insights. Taurus season was an opportunity to deepen my connections, confront my fears, and build lasting security in my life. I’m carrying these lessons with me, trusting the process, and trusting in the steady, transformative power of Taurus. 🌟🌀

Looking back at Taurus season, I can see how deeply the Sun’s transit through Taurus in my 8th house impacted me. With Taurus energy guiding my journey, I found myself slowing down and really tuning into the things that matter most. The Sun’s transition from the fiery intensity of Aries to the grounded, earthy embrace of Taurus brought me a sense of stability and comfort. It was a time to focus on what I’ve been building and nurturing, especially with Taurus ruling my 8th house—a domain that holds such intense, transformative energy. 🌱✨

Taurus season felt especially potent because my 8th house is home to my natal Moon in Taurus. This placement naturally aligns me with the energies of stability and security, particularly in the areas of deep transformation, shared resources, and intimate contracts. My approach to these aspects of life is grounded and methodical, thanks to the earthy influence of Taurus. 🌿

Decan 1 (0-10° Taurus): The 5 of Pentacles - Mercury’s Whisper

When the Sun first entered Taurus, it moved through the first decan, which is co-ruled by Mercury. This period brought up themes represented by the 5 of Pentacles, a card that has always resonated deeply with me. My natal Moon sits at 6° in Taurus, so the 5 of Pentacles is a familiar energy that has echoed through my life, especially when I reflect on my childhood. 🧸🌧️

During Taurus season, these memories of hardship and isolation surfaced, reminding me of the fears that I’ve carried with me—fears about loss in intimate relationships and concerns over shared resources. These fears felt very real as they were triggered by the Sun’s transit through this decan. But as a Taurus Moon, I’ve always been able to find a sense of security even in the midst of scarcity. The 5 of Pentacles showed me that while these fears are part of my past, they don’t have to dictate my present. The 8th house, after all, is about transformation, and this decan reminded me that trusting the process is crucial, even when it feels like I’m trudging through those cold, lonely streets. 🏚️

Decan 2 (11-20° Taurus): The 6 of Pentacles - The Moon’s Balance

As the Sun moved deeper into Taurus, it entered the second decan, which is co-ruled by the Moon. This decan aligned with the 6 of Pentacles, a card that mirrors the balance I strive for in my emotional life. The 6 of Pentacles has always been a theme in my journey, especially in terms of finding that delicate balance between giving and receiving. 🌕⚖️

With the Sun in this decan, the need to manage the give-and-take in my intimate relationships became very clear. The 6 of Pentacles reminded me to ensure that my emotional and material resources are honored and reciprocated, particularly within the context of my 8th house. This was a period of introspection, where I reflected on the importance of fair exchanges with those I’m deeply connected to. It wasn’t about keeping score but about making sure that I wasn’t giving too much without receiving in return. This balance is essential for maintaining healthy, nourishing relationships. 🍎🌸

Decan 3 (21-30° Taurus): The 7 of Pentacles - Saturn’s Patience

As Taurus season drew to a close, the Sun moved into the third decan, co-ruled by Saturn, and I was reminded of the lessons of the 7 of Pentacles. This card speaks to patience and trusting that the hard work I’ve put in will eventually bear fruit. 🌱⏳

In the 8th house, this energy was about understanding that transformation is often a slow, steady process. The 7 of Pentacles taught me to have faith in the seeds I’ve planted, especially in my relationships and personal growth. Even if I didn’t see immediate results, I knew that they would come in time. This decan was about trusting that the efforts I’ve made will lead to long-lasting rewards. Saturn’s influence reminded me that patience is key, and that the security and fulfillment I seek will arrive when the time is right. 🛤️🌻

[poetryorchard]

The Mother Wound: a term to describe a lack or loss of a healthy relationship with your mother.

For anyone currently dealing with a dysfunctional, toxic, or unhealthy relationship with their parents, especially toxic mothers:

We are Poetry Orchard, an Asian/Black/disabled led collective hosting online creative writing workshops. They are geared towards poetry, but all creative and curious are invited!

On Friday, June 14 @ 2 PM EDT, we are holding a workshop on the topic of the mother wound. Through writing, we will examine the anger, loneliness, grief, confusion, and guilt that arises from this connection, giving a platform to process and communicate our emotions.

We will read a selection of works relating to the theme and hold an affirming and therapeutic discussion about the materials, followed by a brief group writing session driven by unique prompts. You are invited, but not required to share your work. If you do, though, positive feedback is guaranteed! ✨

Video and mic are not required - many attendees interact via chat. You can sign up here or reach out to us for a free ticket!

[redstarcontridicting]

Hades Moon

Her weaknesses wounds but you were born stronger the pain creates wisdom far beyond her. She is blind you will see. With your strength will you save your mommy? If you do it will scar her ignorance is weak. No rescue for women so shallow not deep. Swim or sink like you so can she. You didn't create her and neither you did she. Birth is a gift it is free you don't owe her a thing respect isn't cheap you paid for your strength it's not your fault she is weak. Beauty is within in you and you earned it, she hurt you you don't deserve it. Her life is hers leave her be damn mom how come your so ugly? Follow the light and shine like me first open your eyes you still may not see the beautiful lady I came to be thanks for the strength I gained from your stupidity. It made me strong powerful and free I don't need your acceptance im happy I'm me.

[dreamscrape-navigator]

Bonsai

when my mother raised me

she didn't do by touch

the sting of iron shears

were all i knew of love

.

when i needed shelter

i made do in my pot

the forest's out of reach

so pray the storm will stop

.

now she is resentful

and burning at her core

the bonsai that she sowed

is not a sycamore

[unsentletterstomymother]

my mother is much like water.

she is constant and steady and i can always here her rushing currents in the background of every moment of my life.

but she is still water when i try to hold her in the palm of my hands.

she is the water that can never stay still, that is always expecting more around the bend. she is the water is drowning me in her currents.

i often see my broken reflection rippling throughout her and wonder if she sees the same.

[loveistheonlytruth]

woah.

[azulispector]

i call you mom by default.

?//Sophokles// Witi Ihimaera // ? // uquiz// violentxssly // giclee // sav r miller

[society-is-rotten]

Tell me, who hurts the most? she who has a daughter or she who has a mother.

[grimalkintoes]

every tarot reading i’ve had in the past 6 months has been like “hey! just checking in… have you cut your mom off yet?” and every single time i’m like “sorry i’m not ready for that yet but when can i get what i’m asking for from the universe??? :)”

[undisclosed-serendipity]

unfinished inadequacy

you asked me what I felt about your painting, and all I can feel is inadequacy. Maybe I'm a little tender right now is all. But do you know how many times had I felt terrible about myself just looking at your work in progress. I know I know, you had years of training. And I know I know, you have talents running in your veins. But half of my blood is yours, shouldn't I have at least some of them too?

you asked me what I felt about your painting, and I'm just upset about the fact that you could have taught me how or be kind about but you just shoved your ideology about innate talents can never be taught down my throat. Do you know in a way you're telling me that I will never match up to you?

How cruel is that. When I look at my own paintings and all my work in progress and I want to improve them but the one person that I believe can guide me best is the one that I'm most afraid to show my work to.

Maybe this is the reason why I try to rush through all my life, trying to get where you're at. Maybe then, I can prove to myself that I can be kind to my own daughter and not having this sore wound of this empty competition between mothers and daughters.

[aho-dapa]

Personal

My mother kissed my forehead today and the nausea kicked in so fast, like dammit not this body horror body dysmorphia coming back full force

[sleavesofgrass]

"I am the sort of animal that needs to be held,"

Aja Monet, "Birth, Mark," My mother was a freedom fighter

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

[feral-ballad]

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “Painted Tongue”

[Text ID: “my mother and I becoming each other, / her bruises and scars passed down, / family heirlooms that will take / me decades to stop wearing,”]