When I shop for food, I often grab a box in the veggies department instead of a basket. It's easy. When it is full, I am done. Yesterday, my husband pointed out this logo on a box sitting on my bed: MOR International.
All the Danes got it immediately, but for the rest of you, MOR means MOTHER in Danish.
So here we go. I can so relate. That is what I am now. MOR international. My mothering has changed as we have become nomadic. I feel deeply alive, I think I was allways a gypsie, a traveler, an adventurer, not a restless soul, not at all, but a moving one. A curious one. I love my van packed with all we need: my backpack for the day trips and my legs to walk on. Becoming nomadic has allowed me to be who I am, allowing my mothering to come from a place of unrestricted authencity.
I am a mother first and foremost in this life, yes. But just like everyone else, I can only be that if I am truly me. The unschooling has moved into worldschooling, the defying of the mainstream lifestyle; my big fat NO finally gets to flourish like a French garden just before the revolution, and like the roadblocks and fires during same.
MOR International is powerful to me, empowering my husband and children to be who they are in our community of love and freedom. We recently watched the movie Moulin Rouge again, and I realized we are Bohemians: We always aim for freedom, beauty, truth, and love.
We can not do this tied to one place. We can only do this by breathing our freedom and staying in our love.
So here we are. Grateful again.
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