Planet & Plant Note
May 11, 2026: The Sun is still moving through Taurus, steady and grounded, asking you to feel what is real rather than what looks right from the outside. Mercury has just entered Taurus as well, slowing communication down and asking that words come from somewhere genuine rather than from performance or obligation.
We are building toward a Full Moon in Scorpio on May 16th. You can already feel it. Scorpio rules what lives beneath the surface. The unspoken. The complex. The love that is not simple. The grief that does not come with a clean explanation.
And yesterday was Mother’s Day.
That combination, Taurus’s call to feel what is real and Scorpio’s insistence on what is true underneath, is asking you to sit with whatever actually came up for you yesterday. Not what you posted. Not what you said at the table. What actually moved through your body when the day arrived.
For some of you, it was pure warmth. And that is beautiful.
For others, it was something harder to name.
This week is for both of you.
This is Tepezcohuite medicine. When you work with Tepezcohuite, it decalcifies the heart around the places where love and pain got tangled together and you stopped being able to tell them apart. The mother wound is one of the most calcified places in the human heart. Not because mothers are villains. But because the mother is the first world we knew. And whatever happened in that world, good, complicated, painful, absent, or overwhelmingly present, it became the template through which we understand love itself.
Tepezcohuite does not ask you to forgive before you are ready. It does not ask you to pretend the pain was not real. It asks your heart: what are you still carrying around this? And it holds you while you feel it.
When you work with Cacao, it opens the heart gently enough to let both things be true at once. That you love her. And that she hurt you. That you miss her. And that the relationship was not what you needed. Cacao does not force you to resolve the contradiction. It creates enough softness to simply feel it without shutting down.
The Day That Is Not Simple for Everyone
We are honored you are here for this one. Because this one asks for honesty, and honesty about mothers is something our culture makes very difficult.
Mother’s Day has a way of demanding a single emotion from everyone simultaneously. Gratitude. Warmth. Flowers and brunch and a card that says exactly the right thing.
And for many people, that demand lands as a kind of quiet violence.
Because the relationship you have with your mother, or the one you had, or the one you never got to have, is rarely one thing.
Maybe your mother was loving and also critical in ways that still live in your nervous system. Maybe she was present physically and absent emotionally. Maybe she gave everything she had and it still was not what you needed, and you have spent years feeling guilty for noticing that. Maybe she was wonderful and you lost her, and yesterday was another anniversary of that loss wearing a different name. Maybe you are estranged and the world spent the entire day reminding you of it. Maybe you never knew her. Maybe you are a mother yourself and the day brought its own complicated weight.
All of this is real. All of it deserves space.
The Mother Wound Is Not About Blame
There is a concept in psychology and in healing work called the mother wound. And it is widely misunderstood.
The mother wound does not mean your mother was a bad person. It does not mean you are damaged or broken. It does not mean you need to cut her off or build a case against her.
It means that the first relationship you ever had, the one that shaped your understanding of whether you are safe, whether you are loved, whether you are enough, was imperfect in ways that left a mark.
Because every mother is a human being. A human being who was shaped by her own wounds, her own mother, her own unmet needs and unprocessed pain. She gave you what she had. And what she had was never the full picture of what you needed. Because no human being can be that for another.
Dr. Gabor Maté writes extensively about the parent-child relationship in his work on trauma and addiction. His research consistently shows that the most impactful early wounds are not always from dramatic abuse or neglect. They are often from the smaller, chronic gaps between what a child needed emotionally and what a parent, limited by their own unhealed wounds, was able to give.
These gaps do not make your mother a villain. They make her human.
But they still left a mark on you. And that mark is worth looking at.
What Gets Passed Down
One of the most significant findings in modern epigenetics is that trauma is not just stored in the mind or the body of the person who experienced it. It is passed through generations.
Research from the Mount Sinai School of Medicine found measurable epigenetic changes in the children and grandchildren of Holocaust survivors, meaning the physiological signature of their ancestors’ trauma was present in their bodies even though they had never personally experienced those events.
The same transmission happens in families across every culture and every generation.
Your mother carried things she never told you about. Her mother carried things before that. And some of what you feel, the anxiety that has no clear origin, the way you respond to being abandoned or criticized or unseen, the part of you that still reaches for love in the same way a child does, some of that is not entirely yours. Some of it was handed to you before you had any say in the matter.
This is not an excuse for harm. It is an explanation of how harm travels.
And understanding how it travels is the first step toward being the one in your line who stops carrying it forward.
For Those Who Are Also Mothers
If you are a mother reading this, yesterday may have brought its own weight.
The standard you are held to is impossible. Be everything. Be present. Be patient. Be selfless. Never lose yourself. Never be too much. Never be too little. Be the mother you wished you had while also somehow recovering from not having had her.
You are doing it imperfectly. So is every mother who has ever lived.
What you can offer your children that your mother may not have been able to offer you is not perfection. It is awareness. The willingness to look at your own wounds so that you pass them forward with less force. To say I am sorry when you get it wrong. To keep trying to close the gap, not because you will ever close it fully, but because the effort itself is the medicine.
How Working with Plant Medicine Opens This
When you work with Tepezcohuite, the mother wound often surfaces early and without warning. People report seeing their mothers in ceremony, sometimes as they are now, sometimes as young women before the weight of life made them who they became. The medicine shows you the full human being, not just the parent who fell short. And in that seeing, something shifts. Not forgiveness exactly. Something quieter and deeper than that.
When you work with Cacao, it opens the heart enough to hold love and grief for the same person simultaneously. To miss her and mourn her at the same time. To be grateful and still carry the ache of what was absent. Cacao does not resolve the paradox. It teaches you that you do not need to.
Something to Listen To This Week
Put on Arvo Pärt’s “Spiegel im Spiegel.” It translates to mirror in the mirror. Two instruments in a conversation that never fully resolves but never falls apart either. It sounds like what it feels like to love someone complicated. To hold them and let them go at the same time.
Play it somewhere quiet. Let whatever comes up, come up.
Action Prompt
This week, write your mother a letter you will never send.
Not to perform gratitude. Not to list grievances. Just to say what is actually true for you. What you loved. What hurt. What you wished had been different. What you understand now that you did not then. What you are still working to understand.
You do not have to share it with anyone. You do not have to resolve it before you write it.
Just let it be honest. Your nervous system has been carrying words you never said. Writing them down, even to no one, is how they begin to move.
Now We Want to Hear From You
What did yesterday stir up in you?
And is there something about your relationship with your mother, or with motherhood itself, that you have never fully given yourself permission to feel?
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