indieHealer

nuanced terrain of a divine perception

I have a little sister that is pregnant and due very soon. I was old enough to see her literally come out of my Mother’s womb and take her first bath, be fed for the first time outside of the placenta, hear her cry, see her learn how to crawl and walk, run. I honestly don’t necessary have all those memories imprinted in my mind, but I do have the memory of coming home from school and seeing the midwives’ beat-up yellow pinto parked across the street from our house.

My brother and I ran up the hill from where the school bus dropped us off and we were greeted by our babysitter whom (unbeknownst to us at the time, was a con artist) forced us to eat an afterschool snack before going to greet and welcome in our little sister. So, I should correct myself and say we weren’t there live at the birth, but we saw the video of it and were present for her first 24 hours of breathing the Earth’s atmosphere.

I mention the con artist piece because I do think it’s important to note, people are complicated. I don’t have to get into the details here, but we all have shades of gray, white, black, blue, green, yellow, etc hidden and very much explicitly seen in our interior, exterior spaces.

What I know to be true is we all, speaking as a human for many humans, have been birthed by our Mothers and received some oz of care whether we would say it was beneficial to our upbringing or not. And to talk about miracles, I state here, regardless of that care we didn’t receive or received, fraudulent, emotionally absent, full of love and joy, etc, it is of my opinion we all are minute by minute living miracles on this planet.

Come full circle, 33 years later from that point at which my sister took her first breath, she is about to see her baby take her first breath. This has been happening for a millenia, birthing people having babies and their babies having babies etc- but what’s fascinating is we don’t hear about it necessarily unless it’s in our lives at any given moment. WE grow up become adults may have children of our own or don’t, but are impacted by those children now as adults who were raised on the spectrum of care with a lot of nuance to carve and imprint creative impacts across the entire globe.

And let’s be honest, if we are of some age, demographic, field of study, we may or may not ever get a chance to experience this most abundantly mundane, yet miraculous precious spectacularly not understood phenomena that brought us all here on the planet. But we are touched by it in all the small ways and largest, grandest ways. These babies have become healthcare workers, clergy, pilots, farmers, educators, politicians, artists, etc.

STOP. STOP RIGHT NOW AND THINK ABOUT IT.

Take a breath.

BREATHE.

We all came from a womb. The planet itself.herself is a womb. Look around. All things we see in whatever room or outdoor space you are in right now is made of this EARTH. Not one thing ( that we know of) is not of this EARTH. Our bodies, minds, spirits/consciousness birthed ( as we know it) from the start of that experience of our parents and then our birth. We live. We die. and in between we tend. We tend to what we may deem as important, intentional, necessary, desirable. And we hurt. We hurt hard and interpret pain and interface with it from that same spectrum of care.

TAKE IT IN.

WE are miracles. All life is miraculous. And within each moment, we continue to animate ourselves as these beings.

On this summer solstice that is strong in the vital energy of the sun bringing forth the rays of light in the dawn of the new season, we are reminded of our creative potential. Some of us birth babies.

Some of us birth new worlds.

What worlds are you here to birth? What ways are you creating a new world for maybe your children, friends, clients, parents, family, audience, etc?

Whatever we may be planning or not planning to birth and care and tend to, today marks the moment to be with its intention. Shine light and honor this long day.

As I write this, I am also reminded of this day being my Grandmothers birthday. She passed at 93 of dementia complications. Lived her last 10 years on this Earth, not remembering much. Sometimes remembering us.

My little sister’s middle name is Love. Named after my Grandfather, my maternal Grandmothers husband. I did not know him. My Grandmother was the only grandparent I knew. She was born on the cusp of Gemini season ending and Cancer season beginning. The cusp of Spring ending and Summer officially beginning. The cusp of spreading knowledge with our lungs and breath to being present and swimming with our emotional intelligence. The threshold of change, movement, transition, life, death and all the matter that shifts in between.

On this solstice in the Northern Hemisphere; on this day of seasonal change, we move from mind to heart. Knowledge to Emotion. Air to Water. Honoring the miracle of our creative infinite potential in life and death, we awaken opportunities that seem quite impossible until they are right in front of us or deep in our blood and bones of ancient memory to be sparked and ignited by love or security, pain or joy, control or powerlessness. We birth new worlds and opportunities every day and on this day, we mark the powerful occasion, signaling in the era again and again which is a TRUTH we are encapsulated in: Life is death and death is life. I paraphrase a friends comment from an earlier conversation.

This cycle runs deep and I wish you all the love and care as we start a new one.

Blessings to you and all things as we honor and reinvent time and time again the wheel of creation. May our intentional desires to create breed compassionate life with love. May we learn and tend to our hearts in ways, despite how we received the spectrum of care from our perceptions, see the divine synchronous union of all things within us and around us.

In a month or less, my little sister will deliver her baby into the world. It will be scary, painful; touching death at every corner, and joyous, loving, and celebratory. From the experience of this birth, we have so many options to continue to create, renew, reclaim, reconcile, and restore. These are the seeds I am planting during this solstice. These are the intentional Cancer e-motions I am choosing to spread across the energetic planes of existence. We love in pain and in joy; I will center the joy and replicate whilst learning from the pain and holding it as wisdom.

May your intentions carry the bitter sweetness of creative TRUTH too!