I went to the Mother’s Day service at the Clifton Uuey (Unitarian) Church, a hundred year old congregation in Louisville. Since pastor Todd Eklof went to another Uuey congregation in Washington State, the parishioners at Clifton have done without a paid minister, kinda making it up as they go along, and they’re getting really good at it. I really enjoyed the service. Mark Steiner and musical duo kRi & Hettie did a fine job at the pulpit.
When the congregation was asked to call out words describing their mothers, others called out monotonously positive words like loving, compassionate, caring and so on. Wicked, blackhearted knave that I am, I called out fearsome, then ferocious. For I inherited my black heart and wickedness from my mother, my ferocious mom. These were gifts of surpassing grace, and I am grateful. Thanks, Mom. I lit a candle for you.
We lit candles to all sorts of mothers, birth mothers, allo-mothers, future mothers, mitochondrial Eve mother of us all, and so on. I lit 4 candles in all myself, but while I was driving home it hit me that I had left a mom or mom aspect out, a mom that is very important to me.
My Aztec Mom:
Toci, Teteo Inan, Coatlicue
Above is the original teotl ixiptla, the divine image of this tonantzin, this little mother. She’s been cleaned up since Tenochtitlan fell to Cortes; now she looks like this:
But don’t let her fool you. She is the Lady in the Serpent Skirt. The Left Hand Woman. The Mother of all Blues. The Teeth Mother. I love you, Mom.