I have birthed three babies all naturally. I am so grateful to have been the physical, emotional and energetic incubator of a growing soul within the depths of my womb space. Each of my babies has brought to me untold treasures – treasures unimaginable – treasures way deeper than the ocean floor –
Sometimes I reflect upon the story of Jesus’ birth or any incarnation of the Spiritual Messenger and there is often the mention of those whom bring gifts to this “higher” one. Par example: the three kings guided by a star bringing to Jesus beautiful gifts from afar. And I want to scream to these noble men, to the world, that the gifts they brought to the King are bestowed upon the Queen as Mother 1000 infinite folds when SHE births.
in a myriad of ways I could never truly express within the confines of these very lines the enormity of the gifts my children have brought to me. The wings of the stork fly by me as I watch my rounded reflection in life’s mirror and lay my hands on my belly and breathe thanks to the little baby growing inside of me – my gratitude is as high and wide as the skies above –
After I birthed my first son, I could not believe the magnificence of birth. I could not believe that this beautiful, empowering, spiritual, transforming act of birthing love was happening every day in every moment all over the world and it was hidden from view. I was a changed woman on every level – something so grand and enormous had moved through my every fiber. I had partaken of the Great Spirit of Source and I could never be the same. How could such an act be hidden behind closed doors? Why had I not listened to women’s tales of birth in my maidenhood? How could this experience of such magnitude have gotten past me ? Where were my sisters voices? Why were they not heralding this amazing gift to Humanity from the highest spire
from the minaret? Indeed they probably had done so but I was not awake to the chime in my selfishness of singledom more concerned about my next hour of pleasure.
And so since my son’s birth I have immersed myself in birth story and more deeply in to empowering women to move forth on this journey in to sacredness with gusto, strength, self belief, a majestic expansion in to her own story with courage and joy. I have wanted women to experience the gallantry of birth with her authenticity in tact so she too could sip from the nectar of the Great Mother Spirit – to feel her radiance in every leaf, in every tree, in every ocean wave, in every mountain and valley, in every rain drop and sun ray – to know that the living spirit of life resides in all of Mother Earth – that we are a part of Her, we represent Her each time we live, breathe, speak our authenticity.
Birth is a journey through the great hallowed gates of authenticity – it is imperative that we whom have journeyed this path keep the channels open for our sisters and brothers to partake of this divine gift –
I am angered to see women s stories numbed, anesthetized, neutralized, shut down, disregarded, abandoned, neglected, rejected and so on ….it is a reflection of a societies deepest disregard for the feminine when we slaughter the very principles of Love that await like a butterfly in a cocoon ready to reveal their majestic colorful wings.
It hurts me when I see women’s stories of birth broken and abandoned left to bleed on the steps of institution.
Why does this happen? Are we so afraid of feminine mystery female sexuality? What of the origins of this fear?
Imagine in pregnancy if we could just be in what is , what we were feeling in the here and now. Authentically aligned to our truth and not focused on making those around us feel so comfortable. I know that some people find the feminine in her truest garments somewhat scary and already the projection of that fear is implemented before She even has the opportunity to express her genuine nature. And this is where the problem lies. I believe women are too busy “play acting” the general type set in good girl mode. The one who dares not indulge her deepest emotion for fear of looking bad, hurting another (let alone herself), being made wrong by a society that often demands feminine perfection and quiet, to indulge in a grid of nicety where the chains of conformity are tied as a noose around her neck. She becomes hostage to a posture that does not support her authentic truth, and She no longer even knows herself.
To know thyself is one thing and to be courageous to BE THYSELF is another matter – and when in birth we unfold in to our story as the red carpet of life rolls out before us we can heal, we can grow, we can transform – we can express insights of the divinity of life and share this with our brothers, our partners our Human family, and perhaps in being able to share our stories we can spread the message of love to all corners of the globe –
Birth is organic – it works with the energy that is anchored in the foundations of the power of now – we must as women be willing and able to express this truest place from a place of non judgement and security where rational and niceties no longer mock us in to a state of being untrue. Birth is not about being untrue – its about unraveling the untruths of self and saying “here they are” – I surrender – “here I am” – take me as I am – baby and I dance together in this place of uncertainty, mystery, and I will swim the river wherever it goes for I am awake on this journey of transformation and I want the world to know me as the Mother Of All Things – raw and naked to my deepest desires – without condemnation or severing or rescuing me – just LOVE me as I birth this baby and if you do my body will open.
That is ALL I ask for you to witness me, honor me in this, my excavation – baby and I require trust, safety and love – RELEASE the impositions, the time management, the should s, the fears, the control, the manipulation, your distrust and open with me in to the field wide open.
As I tell my women in my bellydance for birth classes.
KNOW EVERYTHING AND KNOW NOTHING – TRUST – your internal expertise will guide you – it is part of the feminine mystical codes that all women carry as birth blue print.
My boys and I pregnant with Aminah 2008
May we uphold the sanctity of birth and Love the Mother, Love the baby and in this LOVE will come peace andcompassion and respectfor all human life …