Writings by me…
It’s Birth.
It begins in creation, in preparation, in fairy tales, in the visions.
And then, that day comes...
Lingering in the unknown, yet knowing that the only way out is through.
Divinity is in the pain, the flesh, the blood, the bones. In the obliteration, the shedding and the peeling of what was once know.
Then....
the stillness, the breathe, the tears, the joy.
The gathering of what is left with a heart so full it might explode.
A rebuilding is on the horizon.
It's an end and a beginning all at the same time.
It's birth.
Birthing Sol.
With every serge I ebb toward pain and flow toward relief.
Out of my mind, my body intuitively takes the lead.
I feel held, safe and undisturbed.
In purpose, built to journey alongside my baby.
Excruciating, tedious, challenging, tremendous, remarkable.
I am living, but I am no longer the same.
Each birth an experience, shaping my reality, moulding my humanity.
Reborn as Mother, with strength erupting from the depths of my womb.
The Placenta.
Magic one. Energy bearer. Keeper of our growth. Tree of Life.
You have galaxies of magic hidden in your cells.
Layers of treasure behind your blood.
More magnificent than I could ever imagine.
Beauty and wonder falls out of my womb.
An unimaginable moment of light and colour.
We share life's greatest secret, you and me.
We grow and nurture little souls in harmony.
Early Birth.
My body was expanding to house you.
Then it opened, swelled and shed to birth you.
You released from me after my body surged, contracted, cramped.
No matter how small or how early, my body in all of it's wisdom, went through the process of birth.
Birth Prep.
The magic isn't in the birth plan, the beautiful nursery, packing that bag or attending an antenatal class.
The magic is in all of the opportunities that pregnancy brings us to go so deeply within ourselves.
It's in the facing of every fear and every belief that is holding us back.
It's in the acceptance of our shadows and the nurturing of our inner child.
It's in the remembering of our intuitive selves and the reminder that our instincts are our gift.
It's in the realization that the responsibility to birth our babies lies only in our hands.
It's in the knowing that no-one can or should rescue us from birth, the only way out is through.
It's in the moment we let go of our maiden self to be reborn.
It's in this moment when all the work you’ve done means more than you ever thought possible.
That’s where the magic is.
I cannot tell you…
I cannot tell you that...
Birth is painless.
Birth is straightforward and can be a walk in a field of sunflowers.
No.
I can tell you that...
Birth is meant to be challenging.
Birth is meant to unravel you and strip you bare of all the masks you have ever worn.
Birth is meant to take you to the edge of darkness, to the edge of the unknown.
Birth is meant to be one of the most alive moments you will ever experience.
Nat.
The sun rose as the birds called in the morning.
She began moving in every way, dancing to her own song.
She was her own guide, voicing doubt but quickly coming back to trust in
the same moment.
A reminder to ground was all she needed to bring herself back to the earth.
And not long after, her baby came through in love and intensity.
A family born unhindered, to the beat of their own hearts.
Paula.
Her body and her baby are now ready. ⠀
Responding to the release of natural hormones, she is initiated into the powerful, feminine experience of birth.⠀
Her entire being communicates with her baby, surrendering to the journey that is ready to unfold.⠀
Safe and undisturbed, she magnificently unravels.⠀
Surges relentlessly roll through her body. Dancing on the edge of life and death.⠀
’I can't do this, I can’t do this’.⠀
She transitions. ⠀
A shift. A release of adrenaline, offering her body the energy to bring her baby forth.⠀
‘I can do this. I am doing this’.⠀
Oxytocin and Endorphins flood her body as she floats above the final surges in an altered state of consciousness. ⠀
Completely euphoric as she holds her baby's head as it emerges.⠀
‘My baby’, she says calmly, as if she is meditating.⠀
The final surge releases her baby into her arms.⠀
‘I did it, we did it’.⠀
And that she did.
Alissia.
Warm, cocooned and familiar yet mysterious and unlike anything before.
Held all around yet sinking into the depths of the shadows while the light shines through between every break.
Then....
all of the stars and all of the sun's great magnitude beams into this tiny room all at once.
A moment so pure.
A moment that plants your feet solidly on the ground, with shivers radiating your spine while your soul dances in the knowing that this is the experience that is not to be missed.
Crystal.
At home, the placenta has the time and space to release in reverence. Often slow and with ease.
She rests and grounds, coming back to her body while connecting with her new babe.
She is kept cosy and nourished with warming food and drink.
She knows when it is time to rise, often hours later.
Her energy returns somewhat as she is called to the final chapter of her birth.
She knows what to do.
I am there to help guide if she requests, but mostly I am a witness to the magic.
Zoe.
Between surges she'd look up at me. Appearing lost, stuck, fighting to let go.
''What's going on?''
''Why is it taking so long?''
"Is everything ok?'', she asked.
''Everything is perfect'', I replied.
She moved from the bath to the shower, to help her shift into the next phase.
She gave the look again, ''I can't do it, it's taking so long''.
''You have to let that go'' - I said - ''Your baby is taking as long a she needs. Let it go''.
And during the very next surge, her waters released.
She had finally handed over every fear and doubt within her in exchange for pure magic.
It was time to breathe her baby down and so back in the bath she went.
She didn’t want to be touched, she didn’t want to be spoken to during surges, but in between them she needed to know she was in the presence of people who completely trusted in her ability to birth her baby
And that she was.