I write of crying. My cat circles around my feet, crying, hoping, yearning to be picked up and held.
I write of crying. The dog who whines and winces, crying to come along.
I write of crying. The widow who mourns the loss of her mate, crying for his absence.
I write of crying. Joy so great that tears run down, crying in relief, in release, in ecstasy.
I write of crying. A baby. A voice not understood. The reason unknown, unknowable, irrelevant, devoid.
I write of crying. Why do I understand my cat more than my baby?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Birth as Reunion
Birth is reunion. Birth is new and old. Birth is wonderful and fearful. Birth is past and present. Birth is you and your baby. Birth is your family and friends. Birth is ingenious and new and old and forever. Birth is the past and future united. At birth the reunion occurs between you and your life as you knew it and your life as it will be. At birth you re-know your baby. The baby you were so close to in utero, but now are close to in a totally different - but the same - way. Birth is a chance to re-connect with family and friends and share the joy, the pain, the experience, the change, the newness, the transformation. Birth is the time to say goodbye and hello. Goodbye to the tummy and swollen ankles, and bladder and tummy that won't hold much.Birth is the time to say hello to fruitful breasts and happy tots. Long and short nights. Blissful dreaming now converted to sleep . . . and sleeplessness.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Birthing a Blog
This is my first blogging experience.
I feel hesitant, yet excited.
I feel wary, yet overflowing.
I want to talk about pregnancy as a creative enterprise, as a time of fallowness, as a challenge to life as it is known. I want to talk about birth as a dance, birth as transformation, and birth as healing. I want to talk about new babies and new families and new relationships and the potential and promise this holds.
I want to talk about the body and how it has evolved to birth big brained babies from the pelvis of an upright, bipedal woman. I want to talk about the placenta and how it is self and not-self. I want to talk about stretching and folding and anchoring and bending and becoming through the process of pregnancy and birth.
I want to talk of idealism and reality and how there need not be a cruel interface.
I want to talk of how we are all born through birth. Not once, but many times over. The witnessing of a birth, the hearing of a birth, the knowing of a birth reminds us of where we came from . . . and where we can go.
I feel hesitant, yet excited.
I feel wary, yet overflowing.
I want to talk about pregnancy as a creative enterprise, as a time of fallowness, as a challenge to life as it is known. I want to talk about birth as a dance, birth as transformation, and birth as healing. I want to talk about new babies and new families and new relationships and the potential and promise this holds.
I want to talk about the body and how it has evolved to birth big brained babies from the pelvis of an upright, bipedal woman. I want to talk about the placenta and how it is self and not-self. I want to talk about stretching and folding and anchoring and bending and becoming through the process of pregnancy and birth.
I want to talk of idealism and reality and how there need not be a cruel interface.
I want to talk of how we are all born through birth. Not once, but many times over. The witnessing of a birth, the hearing of a birth, the knowing of a birth reminds us of where we came from . . . and where we can go.
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