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MotherWealth:
The Feminine Path to Money,
by Naomi Rose
There
is a way of being with ourselves and with life that holds us in love,
such
as the most adoring and abundant mother would hold the child of her heart.
When
we are in this place, all is provided, and we trust that what we need will
be given.
So
we ease our fears, relax our strivings, and attune ourselves to this MotherWealth.
Even
money is included, when we allow ourselves to be present to this wealth within
us ~
this
unconditional love, this Being.
And yet, clearly, this Feminine path to money and other aspects of true wealth
is
not what we find all around us in the culture.
Instead,
we are exhorted to "go out" of ourselves ~
to
do something to ourselves, other people, and the world in order to bring in
money.
While
this works sometimes, there is often a cost to our inner being.
We
may recognize it as a discontent, as illness, as fear of not surviving, of
being in it all alone,
of
seeing other people as competitors rather than as kin.
And
so ...
The
Rose Press "Money & the Inner Life Series" opens
a much-needed door into the inner life from which we actually relate
to money (no matter what financial pundits say about money as a thing in its
own right). These books are truly for our confusing, exciting, and potentially
transforming times (both inwardly and culturally).
This
inside-out approach to money takes into account what is most real in you:
the part that has never before made it into discussions about money ~ the
part that holds the key to your fortune. Instead of letting money define your
worth, these books show that your true worth surfaces as you discover your
essential nature.
How wealthy could you be if your whole, real Being were taken into account?
These books on money and the inner life will open that door.
MotherWealth
The
Feminine Path to Money
Revised
Edition
by
Naomi Rose
CONTENTS
OF THIS PAGE ~
The Book: MotherWealth: The Feminine Path to Money
Praise for MotherWealth {Revised Edition}
Praise for MotherWealth (Original
Edition)
About the Book
Contents of the Book
Chapter Overviews
Chapter Excerpts
The Flower Essence Remedy: "MotherWealth"
About the Author
To read interviews, reviews, press release, etc. & listen to Naomi Rose
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The Book ~
MotherWealth:
The Feminine Path to Money
—Barbara
Wilder, author, Money Is Love: Reconnecting the Sacred Origins of Money
"After
reading MotherWealth, I knew I had read a finely crafted literary
work
which
had carefully plumbed the depth of poverty-mind and what it is like to be
born a woman in this time. The story is one which carries the seeker back
to her center in a world of scarcity and confusion. Naomi embraces her losses,
disillusionments, and heartbreaks, undoing her conditioned programming to
a false self and finding compassion for her real self. Abandoning the myth
of 'Going Out to make money,' she courageously enters the path of awakening.
Naomi
is a princess weaving straw into gold,
using
her experiences and interpretations of deprivation and tragedy as the path
to the abundance of The Mother within herself. There are very few books being
written today that come close to this kind of genius."
—Judith
Avalon, author, Entering into the Heart of The Mother:
Spiritual
Practice Embodied in Daily Life
"An
interesting exploration into one woman's complicated and highly personal journey
to
a healthy relationship to her money. Naomi Rose encourages us all to examine
our assumptions about money and to be conscious about our behavior around
it."
—Susan
McCarthy, "The Soul Authority on Money Management";
author,
The Value of Money;
host,
PBS special, "Money and Emotions"
"Blessings
to you for the gift of your story to the world.
You
brought us right into your process of 'here I am,' describing it in a way
that shows how personal and transforming it can be."
—Barbara
Hannelore, author, The Moon & You: A Woman's Guide to a More Enjoyable
Monthly Cycle
"MotherWealth
captures
the way it feels to value the soul's journey as least as much as money.
How
we are with money speaks volumes about how we relate to our own inner riches,
as the book illustrates through deeply personal, feminine stories and reflections.
This book poignantly addresses on an intimate level what The Soul of Money
by Lynne Twist has done on a societal level: bringing the heart of compassion
into our evolving understanding of how money is connected to the soul. This
feminine approach to money and its place in our lives has the potential to
connect and heal us. One of MotherWealth's valuable contributions
is to open the conversation and offer a pathway to wholeness. Read it and
join the conversation.
—Kay
Sandberg, Director, Lynne Twist's "The Soul of Money Institute"
Print
edition: $17.95
E-book:
$12.95
Audiobook
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“This
book went straight to the core of me and touched me in inexplicable ways.
The
experience was unquestionably sacred and because of that, some form of healing
took place.”
“This
book isn't just for women. As a man, I also find this book true ~ and beautiful.
It
isn't just women who have been wounded by having to Go Out.
The
machismo way of working doesn't work for any of us.”
“I
took the book home. I stayed up with it all night.
I
wept, and came out cleansed, and as pure of heart as when I was a girl.”
“This
book is like Holy Scripture.”
“When
I thought of love, I thought of the Weaving Woman, at
ease inside herself, simple and true, generous and clear, her hair lit by
sun, her eyes shining, her voice low and wearing a recent song. She glowed
with happiness. She walked like the animals she loved. She was the undamaged
child whom nature loved because her mother loved her. She was the fine yarn-twist
of fleece into wool. She was the knitting that was whole, all the dropped
and twisted stitches unraveled and reworked into a garment both usable and
fine. Her breasts were the undulating valleys and hills, her skin the summer
wind on the grass. She opened her arms to embrace the world.
“But
when I thought of money, I thought of my father's wobbling
shadow. I had followed it into offices, carrying a briefcase, looking important,
and quavering inside. I was convinced that Going Out was required to make
money, and making money was required to live. Why I couldn't produce from
my own being the substances needed for life, as I had produced blood and
milk and a baby, made no primal sense. If survival were based on shells,
as in the long-gone past, or sheep, or pigs, or songs, I would be wealthy.
For the ocean washed up shells, and a song could always be given. I would
never run out of songs, if I were willing to find and sing them. But money
was an artifact. It could not be created from the body's flow of blood and
milk. It could not be given in the middle of the night to a fretful child,
a lullaby. One could not pay the rent with a song."
—From
Chapter 5, "Tuning"
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About the Book
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This
Revised Edition of MotherWealth is a gift from my heart to yours.
Do
you know how it is that when you are at your most vulnerable,
which
you may put pressure-squeezed tons of energy into not being, you come to your
truth
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and find that it is connected to everyone's truth, because it is that deep?
When
I first wrote the original edition, back in 1993, I was then convinced that
my struggles with money ~ and, I see now, with simply being ~ were mine alone.
But
in the intervening years, even as my abilities with money have progressed
and my dedication to my inner life has deepened, I have come to understand
that what I stumbled over and into, in my journey to find a more compassionate
way to be with myself and with money ~ a more feminine way ~ was not mine
alone, at all. Both the desire for something truer, and the inner substance
from which that truer way of Being comes about, reflect what is in us all.
And
so this Revised Edition is something of a sandwich:
The
"filling" is the story itself ~ a true story, but
told as a story. What they call "narrative nonfiction."
It's all true, yet it's told with the same elements that apply to fiction:
rhythm, plot, character, description, depth, transcendence, etc.
The
first slice of "bread" is
the cognitive description before the story: introduction, explanations, lead-ins,
and so on.
The
second slice of "bread"
comes after the story:
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Contents of the Book
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A
Note about the Revised Edition
Dedication
Gentle
Reader
Prologue
Chapter
1. The Myth of Going Out to Make a Living
Chapter
2. Following the Threads
Chapter
3. Athena and the Weaver
Chapter
4. A Hunger for Wool
Chapter
5. Tuning
Epilogue
Suggested
Readings & Resources
A
Checklist of Things to Remember in Order to Enter MotherWealth
About
the Author * About the Author's Mother
Excerpt
from the sequel, Living in MotherWealth
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CHAPTER OVERVIEWS
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Chapter
1, “The Myth of Going Out to Make a Living” ~
When you can't go out to make a living,
you have to come in (to yourself). When the mother and nature are present
and whole, a unity of belonging exists. But when going out into a world separated
from the Mother determines financial survival, things begin to fall apart.
Chapter
2, “Following the Threads”
~ Seeking a remedy for grief,
loss, and poverty (inner and outer) by excavating within to find the source
of loss and separation through cutting off from the mother, and the desiccating
effects of this disconnection, including financial.
Chapter
5, “Tuning” ~ Listening
for the return-home call of the Mother Who Loves Her Children, and how tuning
to this in the heart, mind, and body brings treasures beyond telling.
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CHAPTER EXCERPTS
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From "A Note about the Revised Edition
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{The
first slice of "bread"}
MotherWealth:
The Feminine Path to Money takes a unique path: the assumption
that the inner life has
a bearing on our experience of money.
The
inner life—so
often shunted aside, made invisible, or relegated to only "the spiritual,"
as if it did not have an impact on the outer life—is
the most powerful, true, and fertile arena possible. We cannot know until
we experience it for ourselves how being present to what is in us can open
both inner and outer doors. I believe that it is really possible
for our culture to be significantly healed by our simply attending to our
inner being, even in regard to something as seemingly wholly external as money.
When our inner being forces us, one way or another, to pay attention to what
is opening up from within, a new flowering takes place even as what is false
falls away. Our task is to allow this opening, despite the inevitable vulnerability
that it reveals (though a vulnerability with a direct access to divinity),
and to trust that what gets to shine through that opening is the great Heart
of All That Is.
There
is a deep, innocent goodness waiting inside us, requiring neither absolution
nor despair. We need just to listen, to open to the Mother, and to let that
embrace sing us into the realization of our true wealth.
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From "A Note about the Revised Edition
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{Also
from the first slice of "bread"}
I
had made some peace with the earth-as-Mother, could feel her delicious,
sap-like energy rise up into my belly and absorb the nimbus of worries that
circled my head like flies. And this was a triumph in itself: to have feet,
and roots beneath them; to feel a connection to the earth-body in my body.
But
one day I knew that my healing required that I know the Mother through
my mother—that hers was the womb, heart, and body I knew in my most
intimate of cells. And until it was all right to be of my mother,
one with my mother, and in some way like my mother, all
my wishes to belong to the earth would be so much rhetoric.
At
a time when I was in need of money yet found it hard to push myself to make
money, this process of reaching out to mend the rift with my long-dead mother
conferred help in unexpected ways, grace in a place I had not been looking.
My mind fumed and sputtered, "What will I do?" but my body
told me that the space to have whatever I needed was in me. It was
not a matter, this intimate knowing said, of "going out and getting":
there was a whole other, magnetic, inherent way of having what I needed.
And
so it was. Out of my fears and longings and missteps, I had happened upon
a natural phenomenon available to every woman and to every man who blesses
that he is of woman born. Without any "going and getting," the money
I needed just came.
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From Chapter 1, "The Myth of Going Out to Make a Living"
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{From
the story, the "filling"}
Just
before my ankle broke, I'd been pushing myself to get my life together. That
meant, of course, going out to find work, to make money.
I
had done it thousands of times before. But since my 23-year marriage had ended,
I didn't have my former appetite, or, it seemed, the resources. This time,
when a severe financial crisis surfaced (I was alone, divorced, and without
funds), I could not mobilize my capacity to "roll up my sleeves and do
what needs to be done." This time, I was hampered by sorrow, by grief,
and by shame. Despite my own internal demand to "catch up" to the
brisk, no-nonsense career women of the day, I felt like Rip Van Winkle, asleep
in a cave for generations, staring into the light of an unfamiliar world.
"Go,"
I whispered to myself like the Ghost of Competence Past, "get dressed
up, make calls, solicit work. Ready, set, march, NOW!" But I was in a
state of paralytic shock. I could not move. "'Just do it!'" I quoted
some popular book. "'Feel the fear and do it anyway!'"
But
there was nothing to be done. No amount of badgering myself got me going.
If the only game in town was the hustle-and-bustle game, the helmeted battlefield,
I could not play. I hadn't the heart.
What
I needed was to spend days weeping. Walking with slow, tentative bare feet.
Feeling the weight of the air, the warmth of the sun. Nothing that could possibly
bring in money....
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So
little of me was left from my old life. I was so foreign to myself that the
world outside seemed more foreign than ever. And money—the need for it, accumulating
of it, managing of it, spending, investing, and general grooming of it—took
on the proportions of a foreign language in an alphabet that bore mo relation
to any I'd ever known. Convinced that I had to learn a whole new, foreign
way to survive in order to make money, I would rally myself with Self-Improvement
Programs, beginning with a visit to the library. Bustling with productivity,
I'd carry home thick books on Money Management, Women and Money, Money and
the Divorced Woman, Investments for the Savvy Woman, and so on. But my initial
steam quickly vaporized. All bright and perky, aggressive and no-nonsense,
these books required a bilingual translator I didn't have. And they all seemed
to agree that this vibrant, aggressive, individualistic fascination with money
and its keeping was a great thing.
I
did not want to become a member of their exclusive club, complete with secret
language, passwords, and thos who were In and those who were Out. I just wanted
to know how to survive....
Where
was the place where who I was and what I needed to know matched? In these
"guides" to survival, I recognized at best an aggression, a love
of abstraction, a symbol taken as reality, and worlds built on that quasi-reality.
It frightened me that there was no reference point inside me that I could
touch by which to learn. There was no way to make of it a direct, mystical
experience. It was a game; it had its own rules and language; and if you didn't
play, you could literally, in this society, die.
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From Chapter 5, "Tuning"
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{Also
from the story}
I
began to almost look forward to this time of retreat, of Coming In. For no
matter how crunched and scared and grouchy I might be at the start, really,
all I had to do was be present and receive. And everything would be given.
It
was a matter of getting to the ocean in the belly. I began in a hot desert
windstorm, the "ohmigod" of desperation ragging my throat and neck
and chest. I believed the windstorm, I believed the desert; its dunes went
on for relentless miles. The exodus from where to where was endless.
"Here
I am," I whispered to myself by habit, now, even as I stared the desert
in the face: "Here I am"; the merest whisper. And then something
remembered that there was more than a desert, and translated this remembrance
as a bodily awareness. "Oh, tension in the neck. Ah, okay. There it is,
all right." And that embrace was enough to change it. Like the
car that had exploded in the face of my neglect, it only needed my loving
attention to begin to unfold its story. And this was its story:
Once
upon a time there was a little girl who loved her mother so much
that
all the world was good. The sun was gold and beautiful because
she
held her mother's hand. The birds sang all day long, and their song
made
the little girl dance. The waters were warm and held her up
because
her mother swam beside her, and held her in her arms.
And
when the girl was big enough to let the water hold her up
all
by herself, it was because her mother was right there on the bank,
laughing
and nodding and bright with pleasure at her child.
So
everything was given. The trees gave fruit, the cows gave milk,
the
sun gave liquid gold, the moon gave light and shadow,
the
stars gave dreams. All was well because the mother was in the world.
But
then the mother left the world. She went underground, and never came back.
And
all the plants died. And all the birds stopped singing. And all the cows
dried
up. And people became allergic to milk. And no one sang. And babies
were
born in the tight-fisted desert. And their mothers wept underwater
and
could not reach them.
The
little girl went away, far, far away. She went Out, so far Out
no
one could ever hurt her again. But she left a tiny part of herself
in
the barren land, in case the mother ever returned to the world.
And
she left a homing device between the worlds, in case she would
ever
want to come back in. And this device was a sound....
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edition: $17.95
E-book:
$12.95
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(2-CD set): $19.95
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"MotherWealth"
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Abundance
is not only a matter of money (though it is that as well);
it
is also the ability and desire to be present to your internal experience
and
find delight in that.
To regain one's connection
with the Mother
and
integrate the gifts of one's own mother
brings
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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NAOMI
ROSE, creator
of Writing from the Deeper Self, is a third-generation writer, an
award-winning book developer, a publisher, and the author of several books
on Money & the Inner Life, all here on this website.
She
served on the Board of Directors of her local credit union after originally
writing this book.
For
more on Naomi, see the "About" page of this website.
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MotherWealth: The Feminine Path to Money
*
Living in MotherWealth
(the sequel to MotherWealth)
*
The Portable Blessings Ledger:
A Way to Keep Track of Your Finances and Bring Meaning and Heart
to Your Dealings with Money
*
The Blessings Ledger: A Journey to Find the Union of Money and Compassion
{in progress}
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