I awoke before 6:00 am on Wednesday morning to get my children up and off to school. Both of them are attending a new building this year as they enter their trepidatious sixth and seventh grade years.

It is a mixed bag for them. They are beginning to own their freedom and are excited to make new friends and find their place in the world.
Simultaneously they are a bundle of self-consciousness, anxiety, and angst. “Will I get lost? What if no one likes me? What’s my locker combination again?”

I am confident in my children’s ability to navigate their experiences and... as a mother, I feel every ounce of their angst… plus my own.

Crossing the threshold of the start of school brings a lot forward for all of us.

On the surface, most of us handle it like old pros. We buy the clothes and supplies, pack the lunches, arrange the carpool, and drop them off at the door.

Some of us relish the transition as it opens more space for us to be with our Selves and “get some stuff done.”

You know, "a mother’s work is never done" and all that.

And yet, under the surface, there is a whole world of emotions swimming just out of sight. Most of us avoid pausing to Be With the potency of those feelings.

We easily fill the role of Tending the Others, but what about Us? Where do we get to be held and seen in Our Beingness?

When do we get to be tracked as lovingly and diligently as we hold our children?

The invitation doesn’t come round often.

That’s why this one was a Big Deal.

On Wild Soul Medicine this week, I called a Red Tent for all Mothers and Daughters.

You are being called to listen in to the replay and convene with Us in our Beingness - to sift through the myriad complex energies inhabiting our system as we hold on, let go, teach, coach, tend, and Love our children.

We were tending the Tend-ers in this week's show through an Energy Exercise to see what was present.

It was a celebration of our freedom, a deep listening to our innermost whispers, and a compassionate leaning into one another as we drop ourselves off and pick ourselves up at the feet of our Soul.

As always, we plumbed the depths of the Mystery to retrieve the truest parts of our Selves and loved each other fiercely as we sat by the fire of our Becoming.