When I hear the phrase, “Divine Mother” I always think of my own mother. I know that taken literally “Divine Mother” might refer to a Hindu goddess or to the Virgin Mary in Catholicism, but let me explain why my own mother comes to mind.
My mother is an angel. She had six children in eight years. That is enough to drive any woman crazy, but my mother isn’t any woman. She not only raised six children, she home schooled most of us for years. I found journals from when I was little where she wrote about the lessons she taught us that day. Pointing out the ants on the sidewalk for her preschool age children and making ant cookies later that day. While raising us, my mother maintained a seven acre farm. She hoed around trees, carried buckets of water, pruned, picked fruit, and dealt with “city dwellers” that came out for the day to have a “farm experience”. She maintained the farm and made it a money making venture. She was constantly baking bread and delivering it to the neighbors. In the fall my mother would gather us to pick apples off the ground. We would gather all of the apples and make fresh apple juice. My mother was a worker and she loved her children. That is why I always think of her when I hear the phrase, “Divine Mother”.