It smelled like wild babies. Not the powdered, fabric softener swaddled, binkied baby smell -- but the fresh, warm, earthy smell of a new life emerging from the salty depths of mystery.
Getting in touch with the wild lands of our souls is often what is so surprising and inspiring about birth--truly nothing can prepare us for the moment that we meet the new being that lands in our arms. We are forever changed. Transformed. We are ourselves born as mothers. Born as fathers.
As birth assistants, we often ride the wave of this miracle with our clients every time we enter the birth room, but it's especially powerful and potent when we witness the open energy of birth when it is unhindered, non-intervened and generated "souley" on the power of the mom and baby in dance with spirit.
As we pass through the summer solstice I am reminded how close we really are to the cycles of life...how completely dependent we really are--despite our best efforts to push, power through, strive for some sense of control. How we must surrender to the real power lying just below the surface of our awareness.
A new season is born--our wildest dreams come alive...the potential of new our new life emerges. A time to celebrate the little acorns that have sprouted into our lives this year. A chance to honor the new beings whose wildness still reminds us of all that is yet to be discovered in the world.
For more on how to have your own wild baby see www.waterbirth.org; www.orgasmicbirth.com; www.mothertreebirth.com; www.waterbirth.net; www.almamidwifery.com;www.mothering.com
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