{"id":584,"date":"2014-08-11T07:51:05","date_gmt":"2014-08-11T11:51:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=584"},"modified":"2020-02-11T07:08:49","modified_gmt":"2020-02-11T12:08:49","slug":"mothers-healing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/mothers-healing\/","title":{"rendered":"Mothers Healing Together"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-585 size-large\" title=\"Mothers Healing Together Yoga on the dock of Wiawaka Holiday House on Lake George led by Kathleen Fisk. Attended by Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, and other bereaved mothers from all over New York.\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/YOGAMOMS-789x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Mothers Healing Together Yoga on the dock of Wiawaka Holiday House on Lake George led by Kathleen Fisk. Attended by Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, and other bereaved mothers from all over New York.\" width=\"625\" height=\"811\" data-popupalt-original-title=\"null\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/YOGAMOMS-789x1024.jpg 789w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/YOGAMOMS-768x996.jpg 768w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/YOGAMOMS-624x810.jpg 624w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/YOGAMOMS-231x300.jpg 231w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/YOGAMOMS.jpg 1233w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 625px) 100vw, 625px\" \/>In my dream I am in a van with several other people riding through the Ithaca Commons. Outside on the left, we pass my daughter, Marika, who is smiling brilliantly, blindly, walking with a friend guiding her.<br \/>\n\u201cHi Marika,\u201d everyone in the van calls out to my daughter who died over three years ago. I\u2019m happy she hears their greetings. I call out to her myself, \u201cMarika, we love you.\u201d Through the back window of the van I see her turn and hold her arms out. Her smile fades and she cries.<\/p>\n<p>The alarm clock woke me then. It was time to get up and go off to the weekend <a title=\"Retreat\" href=\"http:\/\/inharmonyyoga.org\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">retreat<\/a> for bereaved mothers, Mothers Healing Together.<\/p>\n<p>Hours later, at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.wiawaka.org\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Wiawaka Holiday House<\/a> in Lake George, there were women in all stages of grief. They were healing the holes in their lives as they held close the memories of their beloved children. They looked for ways to honor them and link them to the future. I talked with them like they were sisters. We shared our stories and cried together. We laughed together. We bathed in the vibrations of gongs and walked the winding path of the garden labyrinth following one another\u2019s footsteps.<\/p>\n<p>My own memories stirred from sounds <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pamgolden.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">echoed over the lake<\/a>. I remembered\u00a0 cookouts, camps, attending soccer games, \u2026 being so proud of my daughter at school musicals. For the first time in over three years I found myself at a time and place where I was Marika\u2019s Mom again.<\/p>\n<p>I cried when I came home. And I marked my calendar for next year\u2019s retreat.<\/p>\n<p>As for my dream: I tell myself Marika walks happily, peacefully, among new friends as I do. It cheers me to imagine her jamming with the other talented children of the mothers I spent time with who, like me, sing their daughter\u2019s songs and live their children\u2019s dreams.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-586\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Wiawaka.jpg\" alt=\"Retreat for bereaved mothers at Wiawaka Holiday House at Lake George, New York with gong bathing, gardens, and sculptures by Pam Golden.\" width=\"11103\" height=\"1989\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Wiawaka.jpg 1600w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Wiawaka-300x54.jpg 300w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Wiawaka-768x138.jpg 768w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Wiawaka-624x112.jpg 624w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Wiawaka-1024x183.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 11103px) 100vw, 11103px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In my dream I am in a van with several other people riding through the Ithaca Commons. Outside on the left, we pass my daughter, Marika, who is smiling brilliantly, blindly, walking with a friend guiding her. &ldquo;Hi Marika,&rdquo; everyone in the van calls out to my daughter who died over three years ago. I&rsquo;m [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[213,217,218,216,212,188,214,215,219],"class_list":["post-584","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1","tag-bereaved-mothers","tag-garden-labyrinth","tag-gong-bathing","tag-honor-lost-child","tag-mothers-healing-together","tag-my-daughter-died","tag-retreat-for-bereaved","tag-women-healing","tag-women-helping-women"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/584","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=584"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/584\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}