The Cushion, Placenta, Sleeping Well, Mother and Child

A Gift from my Mother, December 8, 1989

Have you ever found yourself sleeping so well that the rising is refreshed amidst a serious death?

I take a nap and I know when work was completed well.  I rise refreshed for new work.

I have discovered in reading scripture that our Lord has a language to the world so practical in today's contemporary discussion on the humanity of mother.  This language is how well a child rises after a deep sleep.

My work is a field of being mother.  As a teacher, there is an authority of being maternal to offer children a time of rest from my bosom as teacher.  And in the concept of human anatomy, we study the human capacity to sleep and rest.

The Cushion, Sleeping 

"A violent squall came up and waves were breaking over the boat, so that it was already filling up.  Jesus was in the stern, asleep on a cushion" (Mark 4: 37-38).

I have always found these details of scripture at many reliabilities overshadowed with a knowledge on how our Lord can speak with care on his appeal with Mother.  A man who can sleep is at rest with his mother.

My time of rest always returns to the point of meeting the conception of my existence of being.  And this is in the womb of mother.  Her placenta is a cushion.

And are there storms around a mother ready to give birth to her unborn child?

Our Lord was sleeping.  The Immaculate Conception is well.

How well are we in our sincere relationship with our mother amidst tempest storms?

Our mother delivers new life amidst the death that becomes of her in this storm against her maternal condition of charity for her body, the body conceived in her and the body who enveloped an imposition on her consideration of his just cause of contact with her person.

And who causes the storm?

Who delivers the storm is present?

Who questions the components of the storm a disruption of a calm still water of new birth and a baptism of PEACE in this child resting in her body?

Love delivers a newborn child.

"Peace, be still."

The Lord of Pardon, pardons all and the storm of fear and being afraid is not in her, but in you.

Meryl Viola Bravo

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