WHAT MAKES A WOMAN SPECIAL?

Women are special…..mothers are special, daughters are
special, sisters are special, wives are special, girlfriends are
special. In fact, all women are special and for one reason.
Their bodies contain an organ that carries the future of the
human race. Without women, we humans would become
extinct.

Can you imagine the responsibility that goes along with that,
and the honor? This little organ called the WOMB is not
able to be transplanted to another human. It is smaller than
a fist but is able to stretch to carry another little human who
weighs up to 9 lbs, bigger than a bowling ball. That is what
I call flexibility and I am in awe of the painstaking care and
nurturing it gives to the little baby in its charge.

And….all without the conscious awareness and control
of its host, the woman. It monitors each child better than
any computer does as it alters its programming by itself
to the individual needs of the baby during the myriad of
necessary changes in the nine months of gestation.

Do you believe in Miracles? Have you ever seen a
Miracle? Just look at a baby and see how that little
body is tailored to the specifics of its individuality.

That baby is LOVE personified. I don’t know any
individual that can help smiling at a baby who is
smiling and cooing. Do you know any other human
who is bald, has no teeth, drools, and cannot speak
that is so loved and cared for?

And…..that is only the beginning. Once the child goes
through the birth process, the mother takes over where
the womb left off. A mother will defend her infant at the
cost of her own life. She goes without sleep and food
just to care and nurture this little human being. All the
while her own body is going through the process of
returning to “normal”.

Every human on this planet has come through the
womb. Wouldn’t you say that makes it quite
unique? There is a comparison between
a chalice and a womb, they both hold the
Blood of Life . Mother Mary told me this and
it is why she named the title of my book, The
Wounded Chalice. It is the autobiography
of a Mother’s Love.

If you need a last minute Mother’s Day gift
I will be at St. Thomas’ school gym at 75 Pine St,
West Springfield, Ma tomorrow from 9:00 AM
to 3:00PM selling my book. Women love it
because it honors the trials and tribulations but
also the benefits of motherhood. This is a craft
fair so there will be many possible gifts.

Jesus was protected and nurtured by the womb
of Mother Mary and every prophet and saint that
has ever been on this planet has come through the womb
of its mother. Awesome when you think about this
aspect of humanity.

Women, please honor yourself whether you have
given physical birth or not. Your body is designed
that you might give unconditional love to other humans
whether it is by being a police woman, nurse, teacher,
caregiver or a mother. This by no means negates
the man’s role yet women across the globe have
been made to feel insignificant and unworthy.

Woman, when you honor yourself for who you
are just by your very nature, the man and others
will honor you. They will mirror it back to you,
oh bearer of the future human race.

Mother’s Day is this weekend and let us honor
all the females on this planet. Who would we be
without our mother’s body and very importantly
her love and sacrifice?

Happy Mother’s Day!

If LOVE is substituted for GRACE in this song,
I see no difference in its meaning .

Four Tenors (Il Divo) singing inside the Coliseum in Rome.

http://www.clarrissegill.com/ videoclips/amazing_grace.php

Love and Light,

Mary Grace

www.TheWoundedChalice.com
www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]

HAIR RAISING GOOD NEWS

This newsletter was going to be late in going out because I had
plans with my youngest son to have brunch. On Mother’s Day,
he was unable to make it to my home because he had gotten up
late and did not have time before he needed to leave for work.

In fact, both my sons and their families where scheduled to come
to see me for breakfast on Mother’s Day. It was an unusual day
as my oldest son had been admitted to the hospital on Thursday
and was still there on Mother’s Day. So…..I visited him in the
hospital and my Mother’s Day gift was knowing that he was in
the best place for him at that time. The medical staff could not
find the cause of him suddenly getting light headed and falling
down which had happened several times the week before.

Anyway, today was supposed to be my Mother’s Day brunch
but it had fallen through. I was disappointed at not seeing
my son and as I sat at this computer, my mood was not conducive
to writing an uplifting newsletter.

I did not know what I could write about that would not sound
like whining until I opened an email entitled “Good News” which
I subscribe to at http://www.goodnewsnetwork.org. There
always seems to be a plethora of news that is sad or at the
least upsetting so once a week I subscribe to this email with
news that is uplifting.

Have you ever felt helpless in helping other people? I know I have.
When I hear about a disaster, I try to think of some way that I may
help but usually nothing comes to mind except to send a donation
and of course, prayers.

This story blew my mind with its simplicity and the willingness
of a person to follow her intuition. Now, she has inspired
many more people and organizations to step up and it is
something that everyone has and it is so valuable. Who
would have thought?

Click here to get the story and be prepared to be surprised.

http://www.goodnewsnetwork. org/most-popular/general/hair- to-tackle-oil-spill.html

PS. My oldest son is home and feeling much better but there
is still no diagnosis.

Love and Light

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]

3 Brows Beach Dr
PO Box 403
Wales, MA 01081, USA
413-245-3977

THE MOTHER’S BLOOD OF LIFE

HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

This is a very special day, one that every woman can rejoice in.
Whether you have physically had a child or not, you have an organ
that makes you unique. EVERY human on this planet has come
through his/her mother’s womb. You are the future of the human
race, without you the human race would cease to exist. You carry
your child’s first home, an organ that was designed to protect and
nurture your baby until it is ready to debut into the world and
join the human race. Your womb knew your baby before you did.

When the medical profession told me I needed a hysterectomy, I
refused to have the procedure unless they returned my womb to
me so I could honor it. Since I was a little girl, I knew that my
mission in this world was to be a mother. I never even considered
if it would be physically possible, I just KNEW.

My request did send a ripple through the medical community but
my gynecologist was female and once I had convinced her, she
went to bat for me. Except for the male pathologist who just could
not understand why I wanted my uterus back. He even called me
and tried for a half hour to convince me otherwise and to try to
understand why I was so adamant.

I told him: “This little organ allowed me to fulfill my life’s mission.
It protected my children (I had three) when I could not consciously do
so. I cannot let you treat it like a piece of shoe leather, I won’t allow it.”

I prepared for the ceremony even though I had not told my children
what I was planning. This would be in the cold weather so I dug
a hole in front of my statue of Mother Mary and saved the dirt for
later. I found a big rock and put it over the hole for the moment.
I used my mom’s cotton lace handkerchief for a shroud as I knew
both it and my uterus would go back to Mother Earth where they
had originally come from anyway.

On Thanksgiving Day I asked my three children to be at my home
at the same time. It was not until my children gathered around me
that the enormity of what I had done actually hit me. I started to
cry and asked them if they would help bury the first home they ever
knew. We had a little ceremony outside with each of them being
a part of it.

It was shortly after this that Mother Mary, the Divine Feminine,
asked me to write a book about my life as she said many
people would be inspired by how I have handled my
unique life experiences. She gave me the title: The Wounded
Chalice and told me she would guide me to a chalice whose
picture would be on the front of my book.

At that time, I had no idea what the title meant and just
how was I supposed to find a chalice? I ended up pawning
(my first experience with a pawn shop) three diamond earrings
in order to purchase it. I had recently lost my mortgage free
home to foreclosure, all the money I had saved and the IRS
placed a Federal Tax Lien on me due to some shenagigans
from my now ex-husband.

The chalice I was guided to get was broken in two and I
was not sure how to get it repaired but when Spirit asks you
to do something, the way will be shown to you one step at
a time. All I needed to do was trust.

I now know the meaning of the title,The Wounded Chalice.
The Chalice was wounded just like my womb had been
wounded, hence the similarity. Both the Chalice and the
womb hold the Blood of Life and Mother told me that
EVERY woman has a Chalice in her body.

Women, honor that Chalice in your body and honor
yourself for being the bearer of the Blood of Life.
There is no greater honor nor any greater LOVE
than that of the Mother.

Men, every one of you have come through your
mother’s Chalice to this earth. Honor the females
in your life and honor yourself for the protection
and safety that you afford them. Notice that it
was a male that saved this little creature so his
mother could care for him.

I was drawn to the valor of this particular mother
whose very nature keeps her airborn. There is too
much danger on the ground for her but to care for
her child, she risked her own safety. What a
symbol for motherhood.

PS. I also have never heard a hummingbird peep,
have you?

Love and Light,

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
[email protected]

“This is actually a pretty amazing story about a baby hummingbird that was found on a sidewalk. He couldn’t fly, so I took him under my wing. At night, he would come home to our house for safety. During the day, he was in the backyard of the house near where I found him. About 4 days after I found him, I was holding him in my cupped hands when his mama came by to feed him. She had seen me around, I guess, because she just flew over, perched on my hand and then fed him. This happened a number of times, so I called a friend who is good with a video camera, and he came over to film some of the amazing goings on that I told him about.”

There’s a lot more to this story, but that’s enough info to give you some context for the video we posted to YouTube. Here’s the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=l7xBLvMIBZU