In those three days it seemed to be all about absorption and receiving.
It also happened to be my birthday…December third…and my pup’s birthday who was in basecamp with those who generously held ground for me with dedicated hearts and glistening faraway eyes.
As I walked back towards a more “civilized world” on that morning I stepped directly into the new world of my pause time…this was the threshold to launch this mystical gestational period that would last as long as it lasted…I felt relieved and hesitant all at once. I was in wonder at how it was that this had come to manifestation and was trusting it wholeheartedly, but also bewildered by where Mystery was leading me.
Today, exactly nine months later, I am in the birthing space again. Gloriously, and again filled with wonder, I am in a kind of unimaginable ecstatic labor. My mid-wives are present. I am breathing heavy and soon I must begin pushing. We must push our creative endeavors out into the world just like we would, a baby. For most of us giving birth does not just happen on it’s own…there are all kinds of muscles and bony structures and emotions that sometimes get in the way. This one in me is very active and She is large, and she wants to emerge…there is no hesitation on her part….she is ready for the light. I am praying that there will be many there to receive her when I lift her tiny weighted body to the sky and introduce her to the world so that it may know her.
The contractions leave me heaving with desire to give her forward.
It is time.
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The bird tribes are gathering from obscure corners of the world…a migration of winged ones.
There is sweat on my brow.