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Mother’s Day 2021

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Luz, Amor, y Àşé. 

Today, I would like to not only recognize the #Mothers of the world for the love that they give, the sacrifices that they make, and the victories that they ensure; I would also like to recognize and celebrate the maternal energy that permeates through our society and fills so many regardless of gender, sexual orientation, or family composition. Today, I invite you all to join me in recognizing the fact that no one model can house the depth of this maternal energy that so many are celebrating today.

Delving into the embrace of #Òrìsà #Yemaya, She reminds me that as the depths of the ocean will never fully be known, nor will her reach ever be limited. She reminds me that she is present in the father who also serves as the mother, the mother who has lost her children, the mother who cannot give birth, the individual who sacrifices for others as if they were of their own blood…. She reminds me that She does not need to provide me with every example of how Her nurturing nature fills the needs of all who accept Her cleansing potency. She reminds me that the shore does not seek to understand how the ocean’s embrace will come to fruition, it simply accepts the waves.

Delving into the embrace of Orisha Yemaya, She reminds me that the greatest way to honor this, and every other energy, that guides, protects, nurtures, encourages, and repairs us, is to ensure that we never allow ourselves to be convinced that one day is all that is needed to say “thank you”. Instead, our thanks should be daily for the source of all this energy never limits us to one day.

On this Mother’s Day, and every day of the year, may we remember that it wasn’t for mother’s there would be no other days at all. 

©Dr William “King Mission” Ross 2021

Taking Mom Home…

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Earlier this week I had the opportunity to watch the screening of “Awake: A Dream from Standing Rock”. Sitting in that auditorium, it was impossible to not feel the pain that permeated through the audience. Tears fell and chills were communally felt. Images of our brothers and sisters being shot with rubber bullets, covered in pepper spray, and hosed down with cold water in below freezing temperatures not only caused many to gasp, but caused all to feel the burns, the cold, the bruises. Everyone in the room was transported to Standing Rock that evening and we traveled on the prayers stated by tribal leaders during the evening’s inception.

 

While the entire documentary was impactful, there was a moment that affected me more than any other. Aside from the obvious human rights violations we were watching, aside from the political stance I am accustomed to taking with my fist high in the air, aside from the desire to continue organizing, supporting, documenting, and fighting… aside from all of this and more, there was one moment that affected me more than any other. This moment was wrapped in the following statement made by the narrator of the documentary: “This is more than the next front line. This is my home. I was born here”

 

Tears filled my eyes and chills consumed me. I immediately thought of my mom.

 

With all of the work being done for Puerto Rico, the efforts being invested in sending items to the island, educating others on what is transpiring (and has been transpiring) politically, organizing in the diaspora, and ultimately praying, focusing, and investing in the reconstruction of the island, I forgot something that is so simple and yet so profound. This isn’t just about my cultural roots, the home of my community, the land of my people… this is about the birthplace of my mother and father. Regardless of how personal the plight of our people and our island is to me, it will never compare to what it means to them.

 

I remember my mother explaining to me that when she was made to leave the island as a teenager, she didn’t feel welcomed in the states because she wasn’t from here. Then when she returned to the island, she didn’t feel as if she was completely welcomed back because she had left.

 

In a matter of weeks, we return to nuestra Isla Del Encanto with suitcases full of supplies for our brothers and sisters, a plan on reaching communities that are not receiving the level of aid other communities are, and spiritual tools to feed the spirits of all we can.

 

But on a personal; in a matter of weeks, I take my mom back home and hold her as she sees a landscape that doesn’t mirror her memories.

 

Luz, Amor, y Àsę.

 

©Dr William Q Ross 2017